Tongue Tied
The way he looks, oh baby
I think im going crazy
When he smiles
My heart goes wild
He speaks to me and
I get as high as I can be
There are butterflies in the air
And I can feel the magic in my stomach
My words get mixed up as you can tell
I try to tell him I like him because I do
But end up laughing the whole way through
My hear beats fast like a turtle
Time is as slow as a cheetah
And there I go again
Making no sense
Shut up baby, don’t make me talk
Lets just dance.
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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