you make my heart pound so hard i swear you can still hear it a mile down the road, to the left.
and if i ever got the courage to tell you in person i would spill how much i love the way you smell.
i love the way your hair falls on your forehead and into the brightest blue eyes i have ever seen.
and the sound of your voice on the lowest of days can bring a rusty smile upon my teared face.
your touch, oh your touch.
i live off your touch.
without it i would slowly drift further and further into my own disease of self destruction.
all in all your incredible.
and i thank you for that.
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