We're just kids

December 2, 2011
By Anonymous

I sell my love like wildflowers
Easy to grow
Easy to maintain
And beautiful nonetheless
I am nervous
The pit of my stomach
Usually filled with food
Butterflies inhabit the space
And the red muscle
Just below the surface
Flutters with ever beat
I am happy
With you next to me
The silence is not filled with words
But a comfy blanket
Familiar and true
Just like the lines on your face
I adore you more
Than every blade of grass
Than every willowing tree
Than every drop of water
Quenching my thirst
So just sit with me
And love me
As I have loved you
And maybe we can make something out of this

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