I've been so used to giving people things that don't belong to them that when you came around and deserved all of it, I forgot how much of a story my gifts told. I gave away my blue eyes the first time I saw you walk down those steps, walk to my car and kiss me like I had never been kissed before. My ears were a gift so you know that anything you have to say is treasured in a folder in my mind called "my love." I gave you my palms so I could hold you when you felt like you had enough of the world for the day. I gave you my feet so if you ever feel like stepping out of your shoes I will gladly take them and give you mine instead. I gave you my heart with the hope I'd receive yours, and I did. It is never too good to be true. Maybe it is just true.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
I've been so used to giving people things that don't belong to them that when you came around and deserved all of it, I forgot how much of a story my gifts told. I gave away my blue eyes the first time I saw you walk down those steps, walk to my car and kiss me like I had never been kissed before. My ears were a gift so you know that anything you have to say is treasured in a folder in my mind called "my love." I gave you my palms so I could hold you when you felt like you had enough of the world for the day. I gave you my feet so if you ever feel like stepping out of your shoes I will gladly take them and give you mine instead. I gave you my heart with the hope I'd receive yours, and I did. It is never too good to be true. Maybe it is just true.
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