lovefool

be careful of breezy waikiki nights, twinkling stars, and full moons. be careful of swaying hips and sweaty bodies moving seductively to a caribbean beat.

be careful of big hazel eyes, an unperfect face but perfectly defined arms, and taut stomachs. be careful of long talks, walks, and the sounds and feel of the pacific ocean, grains of sand beneath your feet. be careful, be careful, be careful, girl.

be careful of the melodies coming from his acoustic guitar...of songs by stevie wonder and dave matthews. if he sings you "crash", hear it. but don't feel it. be careful of motorcycle rides, wind loud in your ears, the faint smell of cologne.

be careful of strong hands running through your hair, soft lips and broad shoulders...the rhythm of moist passionate breath on your neck.

be careful of these things, especially when you want so much to know, to remember, what it feels like to be loved. because each time you let yourself give in to the possibility and it disappoints you, your heart breaks a little. and hope becomes more distant, like that star you were gazing at, the night you started to believe again.