Written by: Christian A. Miles.
Wishful thinking with no seatbelt needed.
A girl to make my emotions feel like her Sunday laundry..
Love only needed to make my eyes open.
A love so divine it defines its own.
A heart washed,
A soul lost..
All the things I feel for only you.
You are the reason I gasp for breath in the morning.
My reason for choking on my words every night.
The first word out of my mouth is your name,
The last is “do you feel the same?”
Memories become dreams as I drifter further away.
Further into love,
Falling either way..
Pulling, pushing, going nowhere.
A love so divine it defines its own.
Not only trusting, original, and pure.
Heart washed away with every word..
Washed into the sea..
Ripped at the seems.
Soul lost to the depth of the ocean..
More a loss than felt an emotion..
All these things I feel for you.
You alone.
Only you can do this to me.
Twilight stars hold onto a lost sky.
Clouds follow, but only for one night.
Broken down on my knees.
Grass stains, torn seems.
Wearing my heart on my sleeves..
Seems to become this weakness in me.
Heart washed away off of my shirt..
Soul lost to only one girl.
All these things I feel for you..
Only you.
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