You pretty girl I long to hold.
The words I use to describe you don’t exist outside of my heart,
I find myself using the same old terms when I’m with you.
I just hope you know you’re loved.
I just hope you know you’re cherished.
I feel selfish even thinking about myself around you because you deserve all of me.
Cause you make me feel things,
Things I once thought myself immune to.
You’re a star studded chink in my armor obvious only between the views of our two souls and the warmth of our two bodies.
The years I spent crafting a stoic mannerism and edge towards any emotionality crumbled away with the time I’ve spent with you.
Your gaze, as unique and beautiful as a snowflake landing on the tip of my finger.
I long for nothing but to protect that beauty from a world which hasn’t cared for it the way I do.
Cause you make me feel things,
Things...