Can't explain it
that thing you do
makes me move
keeps me soothed
like a comfort food
trying to figure your planet
out of this universe you must be
perfect as if you perfectly planned it
perfection off the tip of your tongue when you tell me
simple things
like what you cooked
how your day went
and how I look
in your opinion
you take my breath away with words you say that aren't given
or ask questions which brings about a smile
my cheeks rise.......eyes tighten
flattered that i'm in your liking
and so.......i'm writing....
i'd rather be with you -Ms. Taylor-
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