I might barf, don't read this shit

I like being with you because
you make me do things
I always wanted to do.
That little voice inside my mind
that wonders and wishes
has come out in a whisper.
And when it reaches your ears,
you answer it with a yes.
We climb trees,
lay in the sun,
eat until we’re sick,
and drink in class.
We had a pillow fight.
And we didn’t take it easy.
You give me piggy back rides
and once you pretended to
throw me in the garbage.
I told you never let me
walk away again.
And though we seem
more distant now,
we’re closer than ever.
All I need is you
sitting next to me and
your head on my shoulder.
You never tell me no,
and when I ask questions
you’re almost saying yes.
Now I get lip bites and
nervous limbs.
Smiles and wide eyes.
Pupils dilated just for me.
And rainy nights in your arms.
You poke me so you know I’m near.
Yes, I like it. It’s nice, were your words.
But your walls almost broken down
and I can feel the heat of your nerves.
So sick, I might throw up.
I need you near.
So don’t give up.

I might barf, don't read this shit

jasmine806

Joined July 2010

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