tiptoes on eggshells:
whispers instead of screams.
being with you is more
enchanting than
living my wildest dreams.
sweeter than taffy and
chocolate chips, I find
myself falling for the
words that pour out
your lips.
borderline crazy
and jump off a cliff
reckless,
yet you have me
latched on tighter
than some kind of
leather choker necklace.
3,000 miles per hour-
you're coming at fast
speed, but I'm too in
awe to run away from
the buffalo stampede.
this may be nothing,
or it may be everything.
I only know that I look
forward to what
you can or cannot bring.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
tiptoes on eggshells:
whispers instead of screams.
being with you is more
enchanting than
living my wildest dreams.
sweeter than taffy and
chocolate chips, I find
myself falling for the
words that pour out
your lips.
borderline crazy
and jump off a cliff
reckless,
yet you have me
latched on tighter
than some kind of
leather choker necklace.
3,000 miles per hour-
you're coming at fast
speed, but I'm too in
awe to run away from
the buffalo stampede.
this may be nothing,
or it may be everything.
I only know that I look
forward to what
you can or cannot bring.
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