Dear, you
You take the breath out from under the words I try to speak
You fill me with an unfathomable amount of butterflies
Existential paranoia developed from the fear of losing you
Losing me
Losing us, what we have
My filter gone awry when I look in your eyes
I’ve always loved the ocean
And I’ll always love you
Love,
Tommy
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
Dear, you
You take the breath out from under the words I try to speak
You fill me with an unfathomable amount of butterflies
Existential paranoia developed from the fear of losing you
Losing me
Losing us, what we have
My filter gone awry when I look in your eyes
I’ve always loved the ocean
And I’ll always love you
Love,
Tommy
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