Love That Spins Your Life in a 180

Your here and I'm there.
Everything's fine and dandy when
I'm here and you have to be there.

Still and fragment are the first flitter flatters, spitter spatters of our new love dripping with a honey glaze, Do you remember?

When you grabbed my hand and I blushed so crimson it made my stomach turn with rainbow shaded butterflies showing off brilliant designs whirling between my intestines.

My head might have been a hot air balloon up on cloud 9 and1/2  which would make me quite a giant considering the concrete seemed to sink under my feet and pave them into the ground because the first sight of you made me so apprehensive and giddy I couldn't move.

Was I on your porch step or lying in the middle of your bed when I first tasted victory and the sweetest sugar ever made, it might have been butterscotch or vanilla with a mixture of scents floating off you including Black Suede and nervous sweat.
The kind that you get when your whole life is about to change and hopefully for the better. I was so close to him I could smell this was his day.

This was the day I told myself would come but never did believe it untill then. When barbies and play dates were my world and if I didn't get a lollipop I wanted my world would come to an end. Such a little drama queen, filled with hopes of Barbie and Ken's wedding. Cutting out a chapel made of cardboard with dull ouchie proof scissors.

You are my subconcious Ken, the perfect man I'd wish on preteen birthday cakes that I would recieve a Ken from god.

Your twice the man Ken is, Ken couldn't get me to beg on my knees for him, or make me want him, need him, scream a silent mantra in my head for him,
"I love you, I love you, I love you."

Your here and I'm there.
Everything's fine and dandy when
I'm here and you have to be there.

Still and fragment are the first flitter flatters, spitter spatters of our new love dripping with a honey glaze, Do you remember?

When you grabbed my hand and I blushed so crimson it made my stomach turn with rainbow shaded butterflies showing off brilliant designs whirling between my intestines.

My head might have been a hot air balloon up on cloud 9 and1/2  which would make me quite a giant considering the concrete seemed to sink under my feet and pave them into the ground because the first sight of you made me so apprehensive and giddy I couldn't move.

Was I on your porch step or lying in the middle of your bed when I first tasted victory and the sweetest sugar ever made, it might have been butterscotch or vanilla with a mixture of scents floating off you including Black Suede and nervous sweat.
The kind that you get when your whole life is about to change and hopefully for the better. I was so close to him I could smell this was his day.

This was the day I told myself would come but never did believe it untill then. When barbies and play dates were my world and if I didn't get a lollipop I wanted my world would come to an end. Such a little drama queen, filled with hopes of Barbie and Ken's wedding. Cutting out a chapel made of cardboard with dull ouchie proof scissors.

You are my subconcious Ken, the perfect man I'd wish on preteen birthday cakes that I would recieve a Ken from god.

Your twice the man Ken is, Ken couldnt get me to beg on my knees for him, or make me want him, need him, scream a silent mantra in my head for him,
"I love you, I love you, I love you."

Even though the butterflies have taken flight from their cocoon, I can feel them coming back, entering there home and getting the wind knocked out of them at the door.

When I feel the warmth of your hand caress my cheek, and hear the soft tone in which you speak, my legs begin to feel weak.

But I am stronger in your arms, and bolder with your kiss.

When I'm alone your the one I always miss.