Meeting you would be like facing a storm, like fighting the aggression of the sea . Like wambling to it’s whimsical persecutions without being offered any explanation for trying. . It’s clear you don’t trust me with you tragedy, your secrets, your unwillingness to confine, your guardedness when I arrive. . I’m herr not to […]
“So, baby, pull me closer In the back seat of your Rover That I know you can’t afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of that mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We ain’t ever getting older”- The Chainsmokers, Closer
If you need my love, You know how to take it. Just like you walk into; Your house, With an ownership; Of that space.
If you could grow wings, And tame the winds. If you could spread, Through the never ending; Vastness in my imagination. Fly to me, to my love nest.
You drew a clock around my iris, So you could glance whenever, So this is what it’s like to meet eyes. I can’t bat a lid, Like fish in deep waters. At least, they’re exempted from crying, I’m not that fortunate. Posted from WordPress for Android