One, two, three, four, five, six...
Counting the seemingly endless rows of happiness.
And seeing how the light dances off of your skin.
The breeze sweeping through your hair.
Eyes shining with the perfect tint of honey.
Lips curving sweetly with simplicity.
How you seem to be at ease.
Your breathing so calm and light.
Your heart, warm at my fingertips.
Your perfection overwhelms me.
But that's what makes me feel okay.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
One, two, three, four, five, six...
Counting the seemingly endless rows of happiness.
And seeing how the light dances off of your skin.
The breeze sweeping through your hair.
Eyes shining with the perfect tint of honey.
Lips curving sweetly with simplicity.
How you seem to be at ease.
Your breathing so calm and light.
Your heart, warm at my fingertips.
Your perfection overwhelms me.
But that's what makes me feel okay.
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