You breathe so sweet.
It's that look in your eyes.
Making me feel like home.
Your the calm before my constant inner termoil
Your words sate even the fiercest of thoughts
Sharper then your standard doble edges blade
I'd take the memory of your smile with me into my dreams
If you would agree to follow.
The pressure of a feather light touch
That makes me crumble like a ton of bricks
You speak it best
In little to nothing
But a smile.
When I'm dependant
Living.breathing.loathing
That little line of in.sanity
You're there
No matter where you are
And it hurts to breathe without you
And I'm hopelessly stuck
A romantic
In unlikely proportions
I wish I could be,
Like a movie girl
Who says everything she feels
Flinging myself into the arms of the nearest hero
With a white horse and a bottle of Jack
I shouldn't have left you there so long
On my empty shrugs and small smiles
Tasting of regret
And I came back knowing...
Knowing...
At worst,
you are
Beautiful.
© 2006 Kylea McCain
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