I'm gonna be honest right now, you're a liar babe. I see right through you. (Don't get confused this isn't a hate speech... it's actually the opposite).
Your smile is telling me how you really feel. From ear to ear and dimples deeper than the Atlantic. So why lie? Are you telling me how you think you should feel? Or is this how someone else feels?.... ugh hold on a second
Ahh that whiskey burns but I'll chase it with some vodka...
Where was I...
Night after night I'm up just thinking, maybe you're right but still that smile leaves me confused... the blood rushing your cheeks leave me confused. The way your heart beats quicken when I touch your hand or the way your voice gets high pitched with excitement mid conversation leaves me confused.
Let me tie the title into this...
I can tell from your words and your openness that way down inside honey you need it and I wanna give you my love. Led Zeppelin type love at night, and Hozier type love by day.
"Wanna whole lotta love"
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The Journal Of The Nameless And Faceless
Non-FictionThis is my journal, a slightly egotistical, self centered, loving, faceless and nameless guy.
