**it's in dark rooms and isolated spaces
do i find serenity and peace.**
*it's in the creases of your soft hands
do i find security.*
**it's in corners filled with shadows
where happiness exists.**
*it's in the touch of your red-stained lips
where hope lies fully.*
**it's in staring at pitch-black ceilings
do i feel a broken-hearted 's disease.**
*it's in your opaque eyes the color of storms
do i feel the calmness of a sea.*
**it's in me and my fondness of darkness
where love kind of is.**
*it's in you and your fondness of brightness
where i can never be.*
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC
**it's in dark rooms and isolated spaces
do i find serenity and peace.**
*it's in the creases of your soft hands
do i find security.*
**it's in corners filled with shadows
where happiness exists.**
*it's in the touch of your red-stained lips
where hope lies fully.*
**it's in staring at pitch-black ceilings
do i feel a broken-hearted 's disease.**
*it's in your opaque eyes the color of storms
do i feel the calmness of a sea.*
**it's in me and my fondness of darkness
where love kind of is.**
*it's in you and your fondness of brightness
where i can never be.*
