When I don't know what to say,
I say everything
With you, my skin tingles
even before you touch
With you, my skin giggles
even before you speak
I fall to awkward, I bite my lip
I trip all over myself
I wrote bad poetry
and wonder why you don't call
I'm sixteen all over again
only you're not Doug Hamilton
and I'm pretty sure you're not gay
:)
Sunday, August 21, 2011
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