In class I write notes on the back of my hand. Black ink and skin & i write tiny messages. I wait a second and rub against the words printed on my skin, I rub them away until nobody else can see them & i pretend that i'm sending tiny little messages to you. & I feel connected to you, and I want the messages to travel that string from my heart to yours and find there way to you.
They say "you're beautiful" -- they say "i love your laugh in the dead of night, sitting staring at the ceiling with the phone to my ear at 3AM. They say "I'm thinking of you -- can't we get out of here?" -- escape the classroom, meet me at the top of a hill somewhere. Chart the skies with me, discover new places, and when i distract you & when you're looking off, i'll steal the kiss i've been dreaming of taking.
Let me just tug on this heart string, let me just pull you into me, &whisper all the little secrets of how much more interesting i am then anything else you could have to do. let me convince you, let me pull you in and kiss you & let's never look back, because i love you.
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