You, you,

you are the smile I seek to steal. You are the moments I hope to leave lipstick stains on. You could very well be everything, very soon.

You mince my words. You make me blush. You get me to stare. And, this time, I'm more than ready..to finally give enough of me..to finally, finally give all of me. I'm a little bit more polished, now..I promise I am. I can show you the world; shining, shimmering, splendid. Tell me, *uhm* now when did you last let your heart decide?

You, you, you shine brighter than anyone.

If I could've sang to you, I would've. If you'd let me..y'know, you should've. You should. It's frustrating to have so much more to write..but no such right, as of yet, to fully express.

I want to see you tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that. And the days after that.

Because I like who I am, when I'm with you.

And all this is completely general, and unstructured, and perfectly frucked up..and I promise I could write so many more butterflies into your skin, if you'd let me. Proper butterflies, conversations with the Sky.

I helped salvage a pretty big bit of love, today..enough of it to keep me believing.
| {9:29 PM}