the thought of you.
how it gives me that rush and whole body- catch your breath, red face, sinking - experience that going down a rollercoaster always gives.
I know I haven't asked you yet...but will you be my valentine?
cheesssyyyyy
but all kinds of giddy grins everywhere.
love is the joy of the heart. its what makes it pick up the pace when its falling short behind.
And I know the fact is I'm either gonna
make
or
break
your heart.
But right now I'm just happy to be in your car with your hand in mine and you singing along to Ed Sheeran.
And ohhh how I love Ed Sheeran even more now. You got that passion and spoiling every girl wants. With your hand holdings, knee rubbings and confident lean overs with a I wanna try somethin'
You picked me up with a bouquet hidden behind your back. With our exact same music taste feeling like our souls were in sync with every lyric wanting to be dropped on our lips. Whispering all that I'm afraid to tell you and am uncertain I am feeling. Talk of a friend, a great one. Changing your life due to the care of your heart. PF Changs and talk of a X, 4 kids, and fears. A confession repeated making my face drop to the floor because of how red it quickly grew.
Ice skating and talk of the couple olympics. With every step that may have seemed uneasy a hand grip tightened. The fact that I felt in my heart you were being honest when I said all my friends may be leaving me and you said "I'm not."
A graceful gentle moment. My head slumped down on my shoulder, with a glossy stare at your hand in mine. Watching the quiet and reassuring movement of your thumb over mine; with the scene of the highway, lights in the fog blurred, behind the image of our hands intertwined. With every shy smile look over and a "you're up," you seemed to know with every pick what song my heart was singing.
"I really like you. But like really" and an intense 4 songs. And something I like about you is your testimony Tuesdays. And a you'd really like my mom, she's my best friend. And yes I'm sensitive okay. You really wanna give me nightmares with that movie? well just for one nighttt?? When auto correct did a job well done. You called me shlee. and I told you I'm digging the magic. You told me I'm your favorite way to spend your time and Shirtsleeves has become a broken record my heart beats to.
the fact of this all is,
I hold hands awkwardly, and my hand is bigger than I'd like it to be in yours, but you remind me in silence with the way you squeeze my hand, fingertips on the skin, to enjoy right now.
Here's what I'm certain of
Hersey was right when he said "All I need's you and a bit of music"
how it gives me that rush and whole body- catch your breath, red face, sinking - experience that going down a rollercoaster always gives.
I know I haven't asked you yet...but will you be my valentine?
cheesssyyyyy
but all kinds of giddy grins everywhere.
love is the joy of the heart. its what makes it pick up the pace when its falling short behind.
And I know the fact is I'm either gonna
make
or
break
your heart.
But right now I'm just happy to be in your car with your hand in mine and you singing along to Ed Sheeran.
And ohhh how I love Ed Sheeran even more now. You got that passion and spoiling every girl wants. With your hand holdings, knee rubbings and confident lean overs with a I wanna try somethin'
You picked me up with a bouquet hidden behind your back. With our exact same music taste feeling like our souls were in sync with every lyric wanting to be dropped on our lips. Whispering all that I'm afraid to tell you and am uncertain I am feeling. Talk of a friend, a great one. Changing your life due to the care of your heart. PF Changs and talk of a X, 4 kids, and fears. A confession repeated making my face drop to the floor because of how red it quickly grew.
Ice skating and talk of the couple olympics. With every step that may have seemed uneasy a hand grip tightened. The fact that I felt in my heart you were being honest when I said all my friends may be leaving me and you said "I'm not."
A graceful gentle moment. My head slumped down on my shoulder, with a glossy stare at your hand in mine. Watching the quiet and reassuring movement of your thumb over mine; with the scene of the highway, lights in the fog blurred, behind the image of our hands intertwined. With every shy smile look over and a "you're up," you seemed to know with every pick what song my heart was singing.
"I really like you. But like really" and an intense 4 songs. And something I like about you is your testimony Tuesdays. And a you'd really like my mom, she's my best friend. And yes I'm sensitive okay. You really wanna give me nightmares with that movie? well just for one nighttt?? When auto correct did a job well done. You called me shlee. and I told you I'm digging the magic. You told me I'm your favorite way to spend your time and Shirtsleeves has become a broken record my heart beats to.
the fact of this all is,
I hold hands awkwardly, and my hand is bigger than I'd like it to be in yours, but you remind me in silence with the way you squeeze my hand, fingertips on the skin, to enjoy right now.
Here's what I'm certain of
Hersey was right when he said "All I need's you and a bit of music"
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