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velvet on velvet


trying to spend my morning, my afternoon, my evening, my night

curling up into you

instead of falling 

because hell, I could do that too easily.

do you even know how gone I am when I see your name show up?

do you even know how much more beautiful the world is when you’re on my mind?

(which is always)

said I was born to be in love and I meant it

born to love, too

but I know that’s scary. and that’s fine.

don’t even care that I’m white-knuckled waiting

as if I’d ever stop waiting for you

as if I’d ever throw in the towel

for you? 

I think maybe I’d keep waiting, all across the country. 

does 1,797 miles sound about right to you, babe?

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