She's an april breeze
She hits you like a beautiful thunderstorm outside your window
She sleeps like the sun setting at 5:45 pm
Her voice is like waves crashing at the beach; gentle and soothing
She's a warm bed and cozy blankets
She's the the butterflies that flutter in my stomach
Tickling me from the inside
She's the smile on my face; the exquisite pain of laughter
She's the pillow beneath my head
I'm the heart she doesn't want
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