When your eyes meet mine, my دل flutters.
آپ make me laugh so hard I cry. ( like rain downthe gutters)
Your smile is what I think of when someone says "beautiful".
If آپ ever gave me love I would always want more(I would never be full)
Should I call it love?
I feel myself when I'm around you.
Anything آپ say I believe. ( I know its true)
I know if آپ liked me, you'd like me for who I am.
My دل beats fast: Bam Bam Bam.
Should I call it love?
Should I call it love when my soul flys away everytime i hear آپ r name?
Should I call it love when all I want to think about is you?
Should I call it love when i get hurt if آپ get hurt?
I think I'm too young.
I mean i'm only 12.
If I were to call it love I'd say I love you.
And hope to hear I love آپ Too.
If I were to call it love I'd love آپ morning, day, and night.
No matter whats the problem یا fight.
If I werer to call it love you'd be the only one.
And if I were to call it love my دل would way a ton.
I wouldn't call it obsession.
I've been through that session.
I know its all true.
I actually met you.
You're not all that valentine mush.
You're what I want.
You're my desire.
My love for آپ will never tire.
But that would only be true if i werer to call it love.
Maybe I'm too young.
Never mind.
I don't care.
Your my treasure.
I'm the pirate your the lair.
I guess I will call it Love.
I love you.
You’re the last thought
Swarming to stutter to a
Stop in my shattered skull
Before I fall to sleep.
Find me in your hands
Perfect ash sifting with
Bright laughter to lift
Your pale spirit.
And I swear, if آپ leave
There won’t be any honest
Angels left to be دیا the
عنوان of trusting lust again.
Do not scream, do not
Stare at the bloodied
Bandages that saved us
From losing our cocoons
And cracking into two.
Daemon angel, sugar kisses
Tearing tears from anxious eyes,
آپ are a چینی مٹی کے برتن piece
That ripples to my spine,
آپ are Love.
Swarming to stutter to a
Stop in my shattered skull
Before I fall to sleep.
Find me in your hands
Perfect ash sifting with
Bright laughter to lift
Your pale spirit.
And I swear, if آپ leave
There won’t be any honest
Angels left to be دیا the
عنوان of trusting lust again.
Do not scream, do not
Stare at the bloodied
Bandages that saved us
From losing our cocoons
And cracking into two.
Daemon angel, sugar kisses
Tearing tears from anxious eyes,
آپ are a چینی مٹی کے برتن piece
That ripples to my spine,
آپ are Love.
i used this عنوان because i love the song سے طرف کی miley cyrus because i can relate to it so much will these are things i hate what guys do:
1.i hate it when u call me sexy and hot
2.i hate it when u dont call on time
3.i hate it when u make plans u dont bother to keep
4.i hate it when u flirt with other girls
5.i hate it when u cheat on me then ask for my forgiveness
6.i hate it when u hurt me and u dont care and leave me crying for days
7.and the thing i hate the most that u do is that u made me fall hard but i couldnt help it u made me fall in love with u
1.i hate it when u call me sexy and hot
2.i hate it when u dont call on time
3.i hate it when u make plans u dont bother to keep
4.i hate it when u flirt with other girls
5.i hate it when u cheat on me then ask for my forgiveness
6.i hate it when u hurt me and u dont care and leave me crying for days
7.and the thing i hate the most that u do is that u made me fall hard but i couldnt help it u made me fall in love with u
