I've always heard the best way to relax is with a drink by the pool
You are more definitely a wild storm of I love you and I'm sorry swirling around a country side barn full with people you've never met and have yet to fall in love with;
And I would honestly rather be in the midst of your hurricane than drowning in the deep end.
Inhaling your what if's and what about's.
The deep blues of the water, of your heart, surrounding every inch of my last thoughts..
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I've never learned how to keep to myself,
Always taking my problems as a second option and using anyone else's as a first priority.
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Your storms remind me of red.
Blatant red and orange,
Like the fire in your lungs whenever you need to speak your opinion;
Trying to get it all out before your words burn with what else could have been said.
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My mother always told me I'm much too busy to have my head in the clouds,
But you always said you liked watching the sunset from the best views.
Quite frankly, I haven't found a better view than those days I spent watching you smile.
You're bright, shining smile.
I always think of yellow,
A pure color no matter how tainted the body, the soul is where to look.
Your wirlwinds of heartbreaks blindside your smile sometimes.
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But I've found my place.
Don't worry about these fascinations and running minds painting my thoughts purple and pink;
Each one just a plastic flower,
Trying it's best to wither away like it was told.