Killing Birds With Stones (preferably two with one)...
All my reasons: Hair like a windmill, eyes just like dandelions. She is my Summer time, and maybe she'll be mine, is it just a matter of time? The sound of her voice still gives me butterflies. So sing me to sleep, tonight. Skin like a sunset, eyes just like forest fires. Behind them, her mind. She's a creator, she can inspire. She can redeem a heart that's been sent to exile. It snows, she says, "come lay beside me", still gives me butterflies. So I'll hold you to sleep tonight. So warm beneath these sheets, our bodies hide. And in the moment, I understand, that you are the reason I try, the meaning of beautiful. I never new beautiful until I knew you. Grace like an angel, eyes that can paralyze. I think it's time you see, you are the reason I breathe.
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