my baby's / got hearts for eyes / and stardust / in his veins;
he wakes up to the yawning moon and licks his teeth ridding it of the love that remain stuck there. he's got a God like smile waiting for the boys and girls to come kneeling by his feet his lavender scented clothes attract only the best the galaxy could buy. the hungry sun kisses his forehead (unfortunately it's not my lips)
and mango juice drips from his fingers. our stained hearts can't take any more of this
my baby's got / the body of the sun / and the heart of the moon ;
when he looks at you it sends moonbeams to your heart(not sunbeams, the sun is too obvious he's not) he looks at you with those peach eyes and all you can think about is him wrapping his fingers around your throat and calling you pretty he's got that warm vibe about him that makes it feel like you can tell him anything, my love he calls me I feel special (then again he calls everyone that)
My baby's got / all our / stained hearts / wrapped around / his vanilla scented fingers /
(we ain't complaining though)
☁
It's funny how I keep on
describing him like some god
