Your world was full of screams and I had hoped to be your songbird.
I wanted to be your simplicity; not in the idea of forever and always, but rather, your light.
When you wake up and the sun peeks through your curtain and falsely stings your skin and you feel a sudden warmth.
When you find yourself in different beds and the moon illuminates the room and you press skin to skin in hopes of feeling okay.
The way we touched and played was remarkably divergent in that we set fire to anything worth saving.
You kissed my lips and I trembled at the thought of never feeling that again.
Someday I am going to find someone who appreciates my worth and wholeheartedly adores my passion.
Someday someone is going to look at you like you are the moon and you will understand why I was so passionate about keeping you around.
I wanted to be your simplicity; not in the idea of forever and always, but rather, your light.
When you wake up and the sun peeks through your curtain and falsely stings your skin and you feel a sudden warmth.
When you find yourself in different beds and the moon illuminates the room and you press skin to skin in hopes of feeling okay.
The way we touched and played was remarkably divergent in that we set fire to anything worth saving.
You kissed my lips and I trembled at the thought of never feeling that again.
Someday I am going to find someone who appreciates my worth and wholeheartedly adores my passion.
Someday someone is going to look at you like you are the moon and you will understand why I was so passionate about keeping you around.
