"My mouth hasn't shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn't stopped thinking about you since, well, before any kiss. And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back. The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree."

Pain quells but not yet healed
Oh, memories flash like sunrays beam
You bogus a smile so perfectly
Yet it take more years for you to weal

My worst fear is not death
I've been dead in my entire life
what I fear most
is to fall
deeply in love
to the man
I can't ever
call my own

i still long for that* * day

Her voice sounds light yet mourning
Her rosy cheeks faded
As the huge amount of rain falls for days
She has black bright eyes
That can tell you a hundred stories  
Her dark red velvet lips
That bleeds words of empathy is shut open
Her lanky carved body
is filled with scars of storms
and hurricane that she had survived.

the maine
is
my
favorite
**** ever
on
earth

i want to wake up at 3 am in the morning
and watch you slumber
with the world
which only us created '

I  reckon staring vividly
In your none expression
carve of perfectness
And as you gaze back
You leave an awe
of mélange misery  

It's cringe, cliche and stupid
To fancy you this much
But I am trapped here
Here, in the universe
You've created
And only I could see,
Only I would feel,
Only I would ever know
How this galaxies
and stars will revolve
repeatedly into nothingness...

i burnt myself alone
seemingly hopeless to the idea of us, forlorn
pain seeks to every inch of my system
bleeds to every part of my existence
I can taste the water it is now as bitter
as the love you've created which is totally over
is it ever enough to let the fire stop?
how could i ever break to grieve
when all i strive is to give
the love you'll never need
indeed

The stars are too beautiful to be seen in the dark
And just like the stars we can also be beautiful
Even in our darkest hours