I'm not the kind of girl, who shouts my love from the rooftops. I'm not the kind of girl, who sings into the crowd. I'm not the kind of girl, who loudly proffesses love.
I'm just the kind of girl, who whispers from my pillow to yours, I Love You. I'm just the girl, who tells the rose you gave me, you are lovely. I'm just that kind of girl, who holds loving you, as sacred.
I'm not the kind of girl, who asks for diamonds, and casts away the pearls. I'm not the kind of girl, who will ask you for the world. I'm not the kind of girl, most men would stumble for.
I'm just the kind of girl, who whispers from my pillow to yours, I Love You. I'm just the girl, who tells the rose you gave me, you are lovely. I'm just that kind of girl, who holds loving you, as sacred.
I like this one, thought of it on my way home tonight. (Long one hour drive) I still think it needs some work tho.
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