[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
“spinning.”
You spin me like Rumpelstiltzken
Spins thread into gold,
Spinning me into you,
He can spin one into two.
You spin me
Like im next in line to hit the piñata,
Blindfolded and dizzy,
Like a broken compass
With no sense of direction.
You spin me in circles,
Around,
And around,
Infinitely wound,
This never ending circle
With a circumference of pi.
Three One Four,
spelling
You I Love.
You spin me every day,
In every way.
So much so, it’s become impossible
To ever pay
you back.
I can never spin you
In the ways you’ve spun me.
I mean, I can try to,
But I will fail miserably.
And so I
just
keep
spinning,
In hopes that one day,
You’ll be spinning too.
(via dappermegan)
