Liz Wiseman - Rest

Amongst his stubble
Blue eyes and a smile stick out
I'm getting myself in trouble
But every rumor deserves a doubt
His warm way of being
Is a magnet for my soul
He's the moment I stop thinking
A nice feeling in exchange for control
My muscles finally untighten
With an immediate smile on my face
My heart actually wins
And puts my brain in its place.

Liz Wiseman

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