the song we(used to)
sing,
the one wewould dance to,
and makecomplete fools
of ourselves.
it [[used to]] bring a smile ►to my face,
rightwhen the first note
would
hit.
if we heard it in the car
you would -kiss-me-.
if we heard
it at a party you
would -grab-me-.
it wassomethingthat was ours.
i'm not really sureif i can call it "our"song
anymore.
becausewhen it wasours,
it would make me {[(so happy)]}.
but
now, its just a song that i can't listen
to.
because→when
that first note
hits.
it brings tears to my eyes,
&+ they just don't stop.
he's
the kind of guy that...
gives you butterflies just when
you think about him.
makes you question yourself, because you know you
simply don't deserve him. he'll sneak up behind you
just because he knows how much you love surprises.
he wears the shirt that you had your first kiss in,
even if it is worn&torn.and when you think he's
losing interest he picks you up and spins you around
then when he finally puts you down, he kisses
you on your forehead while he
whispers,
"i love you baby, always&forever."