kiss me please. kiss me hard. let it leave a mark, a scar. let it burn and be a star. kiss me please and leave me charred.
I'm not so far away as to miss it when you say the way you feel. i'll listen and i'll pray that it's real, and steal a kiss so that we may pay only attention to the tension between our blue pools atop mountains, bringing them both to the valley to meet in the middle and make up the sea.