puppets on a string // l a r r y

v.

you have eyes that remind me of old music,

sweet and soft, playing on vinyl.

your dimples are like pools

made for midnight dips in the summer heat.

your lips are like strawberries,

hand picked from the field and 

piled in a basket.

my hands are your safety belts,

i will forever hold you close and keep

you protected.

i see our love as a cup of tea

warm,

addictive,

and inviting.

now you,

you are perfect.

just perfect—thats it,

because nothing in this world 

is comparable to you.