how could there be another one?

do not disturb

all i know, is that when our lips met, he was the ocean and I was the shore.  
we collided, and everything was moved.
his hands were the waves that drifted along my shoulders and held my back, his eyes were the moon's reflection.
his warmth was the sweet summer air, and his voice was the sound of the water as it clashed against the rocks.

it’a kind of ironic
how there’s such
small amounts of
air in water.

so, if you were
to be drowning,
you would be
begging for those
little amounts of
air to save you.

that’s how i am
with you.
there are such small
amounts of love in your
heart, and i’m
trying so hard to
bring them to the
surface.