I pick it off my shelf again
The same book I
Always go to on nights
Like this
It's familiar
Comforting
Like I
Oh so want you to be
I want to kiss you
And your lips
As smooth as
The torn edges of its cover
I want to touch you
And your body
I will have memorized like
All the words written in ink
I want to love you
And the noises you make
Will be as familiar
As every dog eared page
Let me hold you close
And fall asleep with you in my bed
Like a well-read book does
On nights
Such as this
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 7:18 AM UTC
I pick it off my shelf again
The same book I
Always go to on nights
Like this
It's familiar
Comforting
Like I
Oh so want you to be
I want to kiss you
And your lips
As smooth as
The torn edges of its cover
I want to touch you
And your body
I will have memorized like
All the words written in ink
I want to love you
And the noises you make
Will be as familiar
As every dog eared page
Let me hold you close
And fall asleep with you in my bed
Like a well-read book does
On nights
Such as this
Moving makes me anxious. The book in question is "Looking For Alaska" by John Green. It always calms me down for some reason.
