you're so beautiful that sometimes when i look at you, i forget to breathe.

if we ever get to win the magical prize at the end of the yellow brick road - if there is a purpose behind all those fairy tale stories we were made to believe in when we were children - then by god, we are the luckiest people in the whole damn world.

and when your touch grazes my skin, all that inundates me is the pounding whisper that is nothing but the beat of my own heart.