His name burns when I write it, and feels heavy when I speak it.
Yet, he conducts my heart to beat the loudest.
I'll go to my grave thinking he deserves firework eyes over dinner tables and hands that hold, rather than shake.
I love him too much to let him think for one solitary second that I could ever live without him.
I fell in love with the way his hands fell around my neck,
forever leaving my breath staggering.
I will forever think of him when the sea is still
and the only light is the moon,
because with him, everything in the world stood still,
and even in my darkest moments
he was my light.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
His name burns when I write it, and feels heavy when I speak it.
Yet, he conducts my heart to beat the loudest.
I'll go to my grave thinking he deserves firework eyes over dinner tables and hands that hold, rather than shake.
I love him too much to let him think for one solitary second that I could ever live without him.
I fell in love with the way his hands fell around my neck,
forever leaving my breath staggering.
I will forever think of him when the sea is still
and the only light is the moon,
because with him, everything in the world stood still,
and even in my darkest moments
he was my light.
