On the tip of my tongue
Hey lovely, you've got my heart in a headlock. Is this how it feels to be special or is it another one of the impossible possibilities giving your mind a rush, like being high on vodka and painkillers?
There's no way out without hearts being torn into little pieces, similar to broken glass, shattered around our feet.
But my feets won't care, they will have danced all my fears away. My heart might break but my soul will forever be filled with the joy our dance filled it with. Always I will treasure the feeling you give me, I'll keep next to the image of you smiling at me. For me.
For you I'd do anything.
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