I hope this is not cheesy
for how do i remind
your beauty that hides within.
for how do i describe
and how do i begin.
Your eyes drink my skin
like the first cup of coffee.
it is true
there are daggers in your smile.
Your voice reminds me of a harmonic beat
beautiful
and its mere thought lulls me to sleep.
The universe melts into your eyes,
as the moon asks
to borrow your light.
You are the air in my lungs
and the words i speak.
Falling for you was not falling at all. It was like walking into a house and suddenly realizing you're home.
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 6:45 AM UTC
I hope this is not cheesy
for how do i remind
your beauty that hides within.
for how do i describe
and how do i begin.
Your eyes drink my skin
like the first cup of coffee.
it is true
there are daggers in your smile.
Your voice reminds me of a harmonic beat
beautiful
and its mere thought lulls me to sleep.
The universe melts into your eyes,
as the moon asks
to borrow your light.
You are the air in my lungs
and the words i speak.
Falling for you was not falling at all. It was like walking into a house and suddenly realizing you're home.
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