cuddling inside the blanket while the rain sings over the rooftop is a lovely thing we should do but don't you think listening to me shouting back to the thunder; yelling your name with pleasure while my feet on your shoulder is better?
my broken heart cracks open to the surface of my tired flesh they make me look so **** ugly but you stare at them like they are art and told me how my flaws are helping you share your sunlight easier into my dark sides
no one in this delusional world is willing to love me better than myself until you touched me with the closest thing I ever feel about miracle and you made the mirror changed my own reflection to your figure cause you love me as easy and as much as I love myself
billion blinks with each breathing, thousand crossroads to nothing are the dots of questions in my life and with just one millisecond of your voice saying "hi" in that cafe on Tuesday night I am able to create one beautiful line