Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Who we are

The night is young 
but I do not wish to stay home. 

I think of you 
and the streets I decide to roam. 

So I decide to walk on the pavement 
to stopover and touch your skin. 

And we could lay in your bed 
where everything begins. 

I watch you all starry eyed 
and cozy in your arms. 

You all cute and funny 
with your dark brown eyes that charm. 

Time is not enough. 
and everything seems to fly so fast. 

So you start being ridiculously weird, 
I want this moment to last. 

Cause my dear 
you are adorable and I can't get enough of you. 

And when you sleep 
that is one sweet view. 

Yes, we might be young 
the world is waiting for us. 

But the thing is 
we're in love. 

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