To me, you are the color in my monochrome world full of new repeatings. To say such a thing is silly, because what I just said is contradictory.
I know my feeling for you no more than you do for me.
How I can put them into word is something I've been contemplating.
Draft after draft, minute after minute,
Say something else so my mind can drain it.
My mind is flooded, all thoughts of you; whether your kinky or naked now that's up to you. I could go clique and make it quick but I'm feeling kind of wordy and my stomach feels picked.
I can go on about your smile or something about your hair but I know you're not like the others so I have no room to care.
You seemed different to me, sticking out like a thumb, I'm actually typing with my index finger if you count that one.
I'm running out of room so to make this quick, J'adore, I'm yours forever and forever more.