Heather,
I could fall
into
your
brown eyes.
I really could.
Time's not waiting
on
any
man.
So,
with that little ***
and littler
voice,
trust me
when i'm saying
I could talk to you for days
as your body became
nothing.
I fall in love easily,
let's hope this one
has a stamp
of truth.
heather,
with the long
brown
hair.
heather
with the long,
brown
voice.
heather
with the long,
brown
legs.
let me be redundant,
let me
be
unequivocal
in the recitations
of my heart,
when I say,
I'm feeling you
and my knuckles
could burn
as I grip
the soft limestone
holding me
from
your
eyes.
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 10:29 PM UTC
Heather,
I could fall
into
your
brown eyes.
I really could.
Time's not waiting
on
any
man.
So,
with that little ***
and littler
voice,
trust me
when i'm saying
I could talk to you for days
as your body became
nothing.
I fall in love easily,
let's hope this one
has a stamp
of truth.
heather,
with the long
brown
hair.
heather
with the long,
brown
voice.
heather
with the long,
brown
legs.
let me be redundant,
let me
be
unequivocal
in the recitations
of my heart,
when I say,
I'm feeling you
and my knuckles
could burn
as I grip
the soft limestone
holding me
from
your
eyes.
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