Who Is It
You know. When the sunlight glistens a thousand rays of dancing stars in their eyes. The eyes that deepen as fast as the ocean floor. The persons who heart, is as deep as craters on the moon. Who’s love for you is over it. That smile. When those fine lines close together, and the corners start to point to the top. When the grin is big to hide, and the row of stinging, dazzling, sparkly brights appear. With that sound. Of booming laughter. The sound of true hilarious riot. That YOU caused. You caused that beautiful noise to emerge from that glorious body. That laughter that is remedy to the saddest of souls. In your darkest days. In the midsts of your dreams. It is a sound better than the background of a movie. Who is it? That person who sings in the car. Bellowing out like it’s your own private concert. A personal Karaoke show. Where you’re the only one In VIP. WHO IS IT That person from midnight drives. Sitting on your side. In the pitch dark. Only the light on from the clock. The radio. Speedometer. Street lights. A few stars. The other random set of headlights. That person. Who is it? Is it the person who makes you stand on your tippy toes? Keeping you on edge? That person who fills your stomach with hundreds of dancing, fluttering, euphoric butterflies. Who’s embracing touch feels like home. Are you thinking of that person? Can you see them in your mind? Can you feel them in your heart? Body? Mind? Soul? Never Let That Person Go
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