I've bought books on how to stop self-sabotage and haven't finished a single one Sometimes I take a few steps up the hill, but I always
By N. Thomas3 years ago in Poets
When I met you, I took a chance and gambled on love I tried to keep a poker face, but you immediately called by bluff
Instead of a dozen red roses You gave me a dozen red flags And I was color blind to every one Instead of whispering sweet nothings
The cold wasn't nearly as bitter The Christmas lights sparkled a little brighter The sleep was so much more peaceful The smile wasn't a front, my spirit was lighter
Knowing so obviously that I've fallen head over heels Knowing calm for those few days and remembering how peace feels Knowing that by his side is the only place I sleep so soundly
There was no playing hard to get I wore my heart fully on my sleeve In your presence I found myself falling hard You were my sweet reprieve