I hate how you can render me speechless, yet cause me to babble like a complete fool. But no run-on or incomplete sentence that flows from my fingertips could ever reveal what I want oh so badly to say.
Sometimes I wish that the flashes and sparkles of the many emotions in my eyes could just do the talking for me. But what good is eye contact when you're so many street lights and stop signs away? When down the road is more like across the Earth?
I swear the radiation of the smiles you cause to spread across my lips could out do the rays of the sun. Just like the echo of the laughter could deafen the New Years crowd in Times Square.
You cause my pulse to race so effortlessly, with such an ease. You're a master. You pushed your way into the core of my heart without breaking a sweat. Nothing you make me feel is subtle in the very least. But hey, it's go big or go home, right?
The sky is the limit and the world is ours. You be the thunder that shakes me. I'll be the lightening that keeps you moving.
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posted by LyssaLoveless at 8:13 PM