The way I love you is infectious
it is more than pen and ink
staining my fingertips from
forcing words
I dare not speak
It is the way my face uncontrollably
lightens
my heart endlessly sinks
with each syllable of
your name
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
The way I love you is infectious
it is more than pen and ink
staining my fingertips from
forcing words
I dare not speak
It is the way my face uncontrollably
lightens
my heart endlessly sinks
with each syllable of
your name
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