I want to start over. I want to feel your eyes on mine. Feel like the moon connected to the tides.
Instead, you could slip through my fingertips at any second. A tide that never comes in once it goes out.
Honey only for my lips, and salt for an after taste. Loving you is a bittersweet thing.
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
I want to start over. I want to feel your eyes on mine. Feel like the moon connected to the tides.
Instead, you could slip through my fingertips at any second. A tide that never comes in once it goes out.
Honey only for my lips, and salt for an after taste. Loving you is a bittersweet thing.
