When my hands first met yours..
I felt like stars were colliding,
Millions of stars colliding in my soul.
When we first hugged..
I felt your heat,
Your burning body against mine.
Your hands wrapping me, comforting me..
Making me felt like I just touched the sun.
When we kissed..
My legs went numb,
I wonder how I was standing on that street.
Do you believe in The Big Bang?
Well, Stephen Hawking theory is wrong,
Every galaxy was made when your lips touched mines.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
When my hands first met yours..
I felt like stars were colliding,
Millions of stars colliding in my soul.
When we first hugged..
I felt your heat,
Your burning body against mine.
Your hands wrapping me, comforting me..
Making me felt like I just touched the sun.
When we kissed..
My legs went numb,
I wonder how I was standing on that street.
Do you believe in The Big Bang?
Well, Stephen Hawking theory is wrong,
Every galaxy was made when your lips touched mines.
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