i always have the choice to pick up that picture frame, but i'm concerned it might shatter in my hands, only because i always seem to have quite a strong grip when ever i'm holding that picture of you. I don't know why, i can think all i like but my heart has a mind of its own, unfortunately one which i cannot control. she's staring at me hiding behind a cup of tea presenting that wholesome smile, holding it close to her chest to compare the warmth we share. I think she knows nothing compares and tries to hide her smile behind the cup, but she can't, you can still see the brightness reflecting from her eyes.
he can see me hiding behind my cup but i can't help myself but stare at him through the steam coming off my tea, he made it for me and as soon as that came to mind, my smile advanced. I can see straight through his little smile, he's trying not to smile, but his mouth isn't agreeing with him. Whenever he makes me a warm drink it makes me sleep vaguely sound. I don't need to dream when i'm sitting with my tea, and trying to connect minds with him.
this house is faded, the paint is stripping off with powdered colours on the chair and parts of the walls. Whenever she steps inside the house loves her, and blossoms with her. I think i might have the same mind as the house, i'm proud of my house even prouder than before. What an admireable house, it must comprehend her presence.
this house must take good care off him, it's beautiful. Itself and everything inside including him is amazing. i just finished my tea, i feel relaxed and comfortable and i put it down on the table gently.
she looks sleepy, i can't wait to hug her i don't need a blanket to be warm, i just need these moments, this house and most importantly her the one i adore. I think i am going to pick her up and carry her to the bed we share our dreams in.
he's picks me up so gently as if that if he would drop me the world would be at it's end, i feel so cared for. As i lay my head against his chest as he starts to walk to the bed. he puts me down with my head fitted precisely right to the pillow, i feel so calm.
i can see the blankets are aside, wow she's amazing, how can one person have this effect. I pull the blankets over her and she grasps my hand and holds it against her chest. i sit on the otherside and wrap my arms around her, i don't need any blanket. i think i'll just rest my head on her shoulder and shut my eyes...