sweet feet

he makes me want to paint my nails red

so i caught a bus to just come see him and he said i was amazing. truth is that was nothing and i would do anything.

he drives with one hand on the wheel just so he can hold my hand.

laying in your arms all night and waking up with you by my side… that’s my favourite part, sweetheart.

he just held me. answered my questions even though I’ve lost my voice and you can’t hear a single thing.

I always feel like I’m dreaming all this. he said no, this is falling for you, it is

this what you’ve been missing. now it’s here and so are the butterflies.

I felt like skipping all the way to my front door and dancing round the room with everyone.

he remembers everything. all those stories that snowballed outta my mouth, stories that I can’t remember. he remembers those ones.