i may not be a poet like dickinson and poe i cant write you a symphony like mozart or back I cant sing you a love song or pain you a masterpiece But i can give you my heart the worth of which is up to you I can be your cinderella pesant to princess all of which is up to you these words spell love melodies from my heart i see stars in my eyes when you walk my way your smile sweeter than sugarcane your eyes melted chocolate surrounding me in a sweet bliss the bitterness of the world fades when you take my hand and whisper inaudible to anyone but us "im yours"
Retroactive N e r d · Sat Mar 14, 2009 @ 10:39pm · 1 Comments |