Your smile can never compare
to the light of a thousand suns.
You can never compare to past lovers,
for you are utterly different
along with what I feel for you.
When our skin touches,
a jolt of lightening sends shocks through my entire
fat filled body.
God, thinking of you makes me squeal
like a damn guinea pig.
When I talk to you,
my happiness is fulfilled
and I feel as if my smile is here to stay.
My gray clouds fade into nothingness
your rabbit hole is pulling me into this somewhat perfect fantasy
where it's only you, me, and the chirping birds in the tree's.
My chamber of secrets are now released,
filling your ears with my past and deep feelings.
God, you make me so weak.
God, you make me so happy.
