no, im not perfect, my guts are trailing outside of me. you, with those eyes like the color of condensed sky, a smile to kill and a body so frail. maybe this explains your enigma, your flawless presence. darling, i could stare at you until sunrise. i could lay myself like a broken dove down at your feet if only to breath the same numbing intoxication. but i'll watch the smoke from our entwining cigarettes curl together and combust like the torrid emotions wracking my brains; if only.
Reason for writing:
a massive, raging crush, and all the stereotypical emotions that go along with it! :)
Birth sign: Taurus
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