Friday, December 21, 2012

Keep making my heart race.

If there was a time when I truly felt like I was flying high,
that was when we talked all night.

I still get butterflies from the song Tongue Tied.
I keep hoping you won't kiss me goodbye.

If you were to ask me to stop making you mine,
believe me, sweetheart, I really have tried.

This is the most honest and genuine me, tonight.
If fate ties us together, would you accept or would you fight?

I have many types of candies that I like.
All are like you, spiky sweet till the last bite.

And bittersweet, that's us.
I'm bitter 'cause you didn't know how sweet you were.

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