What is this feeling?
My hands have never felt to scared
In hands of ones much bigger
Making mine look so fragile.
Why is it you make me fall?
When I look into your eyes
I feel like I'm drowning in them
And I won't fight the curent.
I wanna lay in a bed of roses
So I know this is never a dream
With you in my arms
and with eyes locked.
Why is it I am scared?
You touch my lips with yours
And I taste the honey
So sweet I could die.
Oh sweet kiss of yours
Heaven sent and made magically.
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I wrote this about a guy I really like...
I plan to Write more eventually. COMMENTS!
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Like this!
...and you like him - obviously! There's a nice lyrical quality and I really like the final two lines. One thought - I like the way you being most stanzas with a question, but not the third - though that one works too, it might be nice to use same form right through. Nice work though!
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