Trouble
February 18, 2016
Graceful, he was
I saw fire in his eyes
Dirt on his hands
Frankly, I loved his little white lies
Every word he spoke
I'd weaken
I'm all shook up
And you're the reason
Contemplating your smile
And the way you see life
Distracted by the stars in your eyes
Every freckle was a constellation
You
Were always my temptation.
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