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Paris, my love


La Seine

the moon above our heads
she smiles as your hand briefly touches mine
walking through empty streets in a city that never sleeps
I want, no need, to tell you of my feelings
the tremors, dizziness and breathlessness
how my heart is filled with only you

(is it that way for you too?)

the content smile is plastered onto my face
my eyes never linger for too long
at least not when I think you’re looking
I’ll never grow tired of watching you

(the way you run your fingers through your hair)

a late night coffee and écalirs
you use your thumb to wipe cream from the corner of my mouth

(you kill me a little every day)

they all adore you
but I love you

(do you care for me, a little at least?)

you have a secret smile
crazy jealousy demands I find out who it’s for
it lives on you lips as you doodle on your napkin
I sit on my hands to keep from grabbing

(give me that smile)

how can one heart hold so much emotion
all these feelings and fears
I silently tell the moon about them
she smiles and offers me nothing
walking the empty streets is better than nothing
the river whispers secrets in a language I don’t understand

(tell me it’s not hopeless)

we walk shoulder to shoulder
your body heat sending tingles through me
no words, no words
I fight to breathe

(would your lips on mine make everything alright?)

the moon puts a spell on me
your lips taste of coffee and éclairs and you







Fri vers (Fri form) av Yheela
Läst 170 gånger och applåderad av 1 personer
Publicerad 2016-03-04 17:14



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