withering while bloomed
fading while i'm still loving you
don't ever forget me
never mind i lied
just take care

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 ****.

when it was storming
in the darkest of the night,
where were you
to save her from danger?
when she was scared
and needed you the most,
where were you
to kiss her and hold her?

anywhere but her side
- that's where you were.

I'll be counting down the days
until I see you again
until I'm looking into your eyes
with nothing in between

I'll be thinking about you
until I get off the plane
until I run into your arms
until there's nothing in between