I'm gasping for any air I can find.
It's slipping through my grip.
I'm trying to hold onto my sanity, but it's quickly escaping my mind.
I'm this close to a non-refundable trip.
These wet blurs are blinding me.
Making it impossible to see.
My palms are so sweaty .
My cheeks are still burning.
This pain is unescapable.
Stealing my motivation.
I don't think I'm capable.
Of understanding the point.
You explain so well everything I don't get.
Your my only reason for existing.
And if you could only stays constantly wet.
For you, my body's burning.
I hate these damn locks everywhere I turn.
I hate these reproachful looks watching my every move.
They ask "When will I learn?"
Learn to what? Not love?
They're mother ******** fools if they think that a couple extra precations can keep me from you.
Any sooner then the sun transforms into moon.
Please wait while this cools down.
I know you will, cause me and you are bound.
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