That little curve in your lips,
The way you breathe when you ran out of it,
Your cute laugh,
Those galactic eyes,
Your natural scent
--
These little things
Make me fall over and over
I don't care about the pain,
I just know I love the feeling;
These things you possess,
Effortlessly beautiful
You don't even know
Published by Chinelle Joyce
Written by Chinelle Joyce