If you're gone
The waves will still crash
The rain will still fall
The leaves will still change
But if you're gone
I will crash with the waves
I will fall among the raindrops
It will change me like the leaves
So if you're gone
The world may still revolve
The Sun may still burn
But I will never be the *same
The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.
It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.
When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.
When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.
Now that is the definition of ****.
Pure passion is ecstacy...
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