She's going to be the death of me
Softening me up
Like butter in the summer
I hate how she makes me feel
I hate how she knows what I love
I hate that she knows that's her
She softening me up
Like ice cream left to the sunbeams
I hate how perfect her hair falls
I hate how her eyes outshine the stars in the sky
I hate how she makes my world slow down
I'm not softening up
She's going to be the death of me
She's melting me
Like a candle left in a careful puddle
I love the way her smile lights up the room
I love the way she flushes when i look her way
I love how she melted me
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Author:
Alison (
Offline) - Published: February 10th, 2025 01:18
- Category: Love
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Men are putty in women`s hands, enjoyable read
The negative and positive of a relationship where one looses the old and gains the new. Where one is transformed into aunity and looses individuality. I love hou you have left in on a positive being melted
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