To the boy who drives 40 miles just to see me on a Tuesday night:
(Tu :)
When kissing someone for the first time
is a sweet reminder of being able to breathe again.
With arms stretched
and backs a little less stressed
I have become wishbone lover,
newborn believer of fate,
and a girl with a lot of hope.
A lot of determination,
persistence,
sparkle eyes,
jumpy heart.
It dances for you now.
With the rhythm of all the seasons.
We are two summer lovers
preparing for all the cold.
I want to hold all your worth on the tip
of my tongue,
you are all the words I haven't thought of yet.
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