Nov 2012
I don’t know what love is, but I feel it
anyway.
In every shutter of my eyelashes,
Each time my thumb brushes my lip
Running my fingers through my own hair.
Subconsciously willing him to appear.
It makes me feel beautiful.
It makes everything beautiful.
anyway.
In every shutter of my eyelashes,
Each time my thumb brushes my lip
Running my fingers through my own hair.
Subconsciously willing him to appear.
It makes me feel beautiful.
It makes everything beautiful.
older, much older than the rest.
i was in love once, perhaps i still am.
i was in love once, perhaps i still am.
