its_you pushpins hey its you my heart skips a beat as my fingers hit the keys, i hate when you have to run and abandonment is temporary but when will I really feel you anyway? I need my fix your elysian words wrap me up in blissful fits, I just want to feel that way forever and hey its you is a velcro phrase I pretend you'll get caught snagged on my words if I keep you running and guessing and wishing and hoping the way you've got me fixed. you are agonizingly exquisite and all those painfully perfect adjectives. you have me stuck in your allure caught in headlights trapped in your seduction, there are not enough synonyms for want to tell you how I feel, its just you and you have me as completely as you want. 020721 what's it to you? who go blather from