Is it love or is it just him?
Is it his galaxy-blue eyes,
or his sweet rose-colored lips?
Is it his soft pale skin,
or is it maybe his warm fingertips?
Could it be his vibrant laugh,
or was it when he held my hand?
Is it maybe the way he loves to stare,
or could it just be the small talk we shared?
Maybe it's love. Maybe it's really just him.
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
Is it love or is it just him?
Is it his galaxy-blue eyes,
or his sweet rose-colored lips?
Is it his soft pale skin,
or is it maybe his warm fingertips?
Could it be his vibrant laugh,
or was it when he held my hand?
Is it maybe the way he loves to stare,
or could it just be the small talk we shared?
Maybe it's love. Maybe it's really just him.
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