October 2009
9 posts
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.
September 2009
2 posts
he remembers everything. all those stories that snowballed outta my mouth, stories that I can’t remember. he remembers those ones.
we spill everything out into our hands and try to make of it, what we can. behind the world and to the right, friends, best friends, to the end of the night.
friends. can’t be more, can’t be less.
July 2009
3 posts
i think I’d like to get to know ya without the little girl sitting on ya shoulder.
your smile makes my smile grow. but you’re so tall, high above my league you probably can’t see me.
if i knew you, would i have missed you?
i can’t believe i didnt see this guy before today. my eyes are open.