My soul might be everything but alive at this very moment, but dear, you make me feel so different. When our lips are locked (in my dreams, sadly) I feel infinite, I feel like I'm moving through different galaxies. I don't know what it is about you, something about you drives me wild and makes me want to sing.
Even though you are the reason of my never ending sadness and you probably don't even know that I am breathing for you, my love, my soul is ready to adore yours. I will wait for you, until you aware of my existence.
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
My soul might be everything but alive at this very moment, but dear, you make me feel so different. When our lips are locked (in my dreams, sadly) I feel infinite, I feel like I'm moving through different galaxies. I don't know what it is about you, something about you drives me wild and makes me want to sing.
Even though you are the reason of my never ending sadness and you probably don't even know that I am breathing for you, my love, my soul is ready to adore yours. I will wait for you, until you aware of my existence.
