I know a man, lovely in his touch
he looks at the world with softness,
as if everything only has a second to be there.
he touches like he's afraid,
that everything will melt and eventually disappear.
I know a man and his smile blinds me,
but i'd choose to be blinded for the rest of my life
if it means that i could feel his warmth,
soft as it touches my body,
soft as it settles there.
I know a man who was so sure of me,
and it brought me to tears,
I wasn't even sure of myself
but his declaration felt like a punch to the gut
and a push to reality.
I love a good man and my heart has never been this full,
overflowing with what feels like
the petals of flowers and the buzzing of bees,
all too good. all too perfect.
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 8:14 PM UTC
I know a man, lovely in his touch
he looks at the world with softness,
as if everything only has a second to be there.
he touches like he's afraid,
that everything will melt and eventually disappear.
I know a man and his smile blinds me,
but i'd choose to be blinded for the rest of my life
if it means that i could feel his warmth,
soft as it touches my body,
soft as it settles there.
I know a man who was so sure of me,
and it brought me to tears,
I wasn't even sure of myself
but his declaration felt like a punch to the gut
and a push to reality.
I love a good man and my heart has never been this full,
overflowing with what feels like
the petals of flowers and the buzzing of bees,
all too good. all too perfect.
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