A Little More Then Hopeless Romantic.

I found the cure to growing old in her peppermint smile.
I'd be damned if I didn't mention that
even the mere sight of her handle gives me heart palpitations.
A gentle tip tapping, ripping at the delicate muscle.

Sometimes I want to pull a "Practical Magic" and
Just set a spell telling me that,
No, I don't fall in love with those eyes.
No, I don't find the way you laugh at me endearing at all.

No. That isn't the slightest bit true.
And of course number one on my list is not to lie.
And how dare I break that rule,
By lying to myself, telling me that I don't want you.

As the Summer died, gasping out His final breath.
Winter takes Her hold on me.
Two aspects of my soul, fighting for the spotlight.

Because where he was warm and wild,
She is cool and gentle.
And where he loved me in the moonlight,
She'll love me in the sun.

The way her hand cradles my heart,
As though it was a hawk with a broken wing.
Something fierce and crippled.
Makes the tip tapping grow a little more each day.
-XoHunter.

It's a terrable thing called love.

"That's what it was like today, i was super nervous at first, but after awhile it was just like 'hold her hand, kiss her cheek, tell her she's radiant, drink coffee, hold her hand, kiss her knuckles and tell her that everything is going to be alight' and everything was alright"~H.L.Baugus

Here is simple.

I'm listening to music she’s playing, through a tiny broken screen

There is a slight chill to the air, a spirit still fresh

Sandalwood smoke on my end. something sweet, like vanilla, on hers

Butterflies dancing in my belly from how much I've been here before.

How many times I've imagined this.

How many times I've had this memory before.

Almost like a heavy weight, my eyes begin to droop

I can’t wait to see her, to grab her hand and kiss her knuckles.

The ones she’s going to break my heart with I swear.

But id take it.

I'd take anything she'd give to me.

Happily

In love.