#goodboys
he wasn't a storm, no.
nor is he a tsunami,
which every wave will left you breathless.
every wave hits you hard,
until you don't stand a chance.
he wasn't even the adrenaline pumping in your veins.
he won't get you hyped up,
and make your heart burst, no.
he was a quiet stream,
slowly, steady, surely.
with his meekness, you'll feel safe.
with his serene laugh,
your heart'll flutter.
he wasn't the loud music, no.
he was the steady beat,
where you'll fall in love with his tranquility.
he was the placid night,
that keeps your heart beating,
slowly, steady, surely.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC
he has a left handed base,
and I want to hear him play,
but he is in vermont,
for the winters,
but that's alright,
we can have the summers,
but I will be working,
and trying to get my truck I wanted,
and he will be waiting,
daily for me,
he will eventually get tired,
of waiting for me,
to hear him play,
right?
see,
I love him,
even though the last time I was with him,
my friend kicked his sack,
do I know why,
nope,
will he, she, or anyone tell me,
why they hell they were made at him?
nope...
but I love him,
I love his long hair,
and his honest mind,
I love how he doesn't call me pretty,
but still does with his eyes.
I love how he just means what he says,
and says what he means,
I love how he,
says he thinks he loves me,
and how he doesn't get mad when I cry,
I love when he holds me,
I love when he kisses me,
and kisses my neck,
and leaves marks,
to make sure I don't forget where he was,
I love how he doesn't make me **** him,
or **** his ****
unless I want to,
but,
I hate,
how I won't get to hear his base,
still,
and how I miss him,
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 7:27 PM UTC