I would bend myself in half and break bones
if it meant I could kiss your lips.
I would break down doors
if it meant you were behind them,
waiting for me.
I would eat all of the foods I hate
if it meant I got to have dinner
with you.
I would watch films I despised
if it meant I got to take you
to the movies and see you smile
at your favorite parts.
I would run a marathon
if it meant you'd be at the finish line
waiting to greet me.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
I would bend myself in half and break bones
if it meant I could kiss your lips.
I would break down doors
if it meant you were behind them,
waiting for me.
I would eat all of the foods I hate
if it meant I got to have dinner
with you.
I would watch films I despised
if it meant I got to take you
to the movies and see you smile
at your favorite parts.
I would run a marathon
if it meant you'd be at the finish line
waiting to greet me.
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