prettyzippy
Everyday I feel as if I am on a stage. Each movement is part of a performance that will be judged by my audience, the world. It causes me to constantly have butterflies in my stomach and make everything perfect.
I can feel you through the sheet yet I can not feel your warmth. There is just a tiny bit of fabric between us but it makes a bigger difference than one would think.
I knew it was morning when I was woken up by the rays of sunlight escaping through the blinds. It hit just the right spots and I could see your beauty as I awoke.
We used to do things that were so private and intimate. Now when we see each other we are so formal, it makes me think of what we used to be and I must keep myself from blushing.
Let's go back to our secret motel and do the things we did in our youth. Nobody has to know and I won't tell the world about our secret motel.
I can't get involved with someone when I am feeling it will always be doomed.
I feel a breeze in the air and the wind makes the trees dance and beautiful sounds fill my ears. It's nature's own little show.
I rest my cheek on my pillow and as I inhaled I could smell him all over it. Memories of last night flooded my brain.
You look like a lone moon in the night sky when you're in a room with me. All I see is you shining in my eyes.
Darling I have fallen off the deep end and I can't get back up. I wish you would help me get back on track. Only you can pick me back up, I'm finally saying I need your help.
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