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The bubbles he leaves me over fills my insides
They leave me wanting nothing but more of his time
His handsome features glisten like the edge of an eclipse
The bubbles drown my soul in joy
The bubbly feelings he gives me are brought on by
His soft, kind arm that he uses to crest mine
It's as if he's asking permission to come closer
Our eyes meet and he seems to see the signal he's been waiting for
He goes behind me and holds me tight
His arms on mine, as if we were one being
I look up to him and feel the heat flaming off my cheeks
I can tell that they are already bleeding with color
He gently grasps my hand with his strong, reassuring hand and looks into my eyes . . .
My cheeks are even hotter
I can see that they now look like the leafs that are soon to fall
I pry that I won't get crushed
Crushed like the falling reds, tans, and oranges
I've fallen for a man . . . But once again . . . I know whats going to come of this . . .
Again I've allowed myself to fall for a man that I can't have
I can't have him . . . No matter what I do . . .
He's not mine to have . . . It's not right . . .
I've fallen and hes picked me back up
But I will never be able to be there to pick him up
. . . Because he won't let himself fall
It feels like he wants to but he knows better
But when I'm with him . . .
I get so bubbly . . . And its the best I have felt in a long long time
There are no words that can be arranged to even get close to how he makes me feel . . .
And I know that deep down inside-
Getting drowned by the bubbles-
My conscious is there telling me no . . .
But in the end the heart just yells louder then the brain