My heart is afraid, has always been.
Love is what, it fears the most.
And yet it desires for the taste of you.
Just once and then,
a little bit more and then a bit more,
and more.
Knowingly it walks towards our disaster, and falls.
Making you the catastrophe of my life.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC
My heart is afraid, has always been.
Love is what, it fears the most.
And yet it desires for the taste of you.
Just once and then,
a little bit more and then a bit more,
and more.
Knowingly it walks towards our disaster, and falls.
Making you the catastrophe of my life.
