if i had to describe love i'd call it a sandstorm.
these grains of time slip through my fingers and yet they still exist and dig into my skin.
i have to keep my eyes closed or you will blind me again and leave traces of yourself under my fingernails that won't entirely disappear.
if i had to describe love i'd call it a sandstorm.
because whenever you're near i feel that time will burst out of its hourglass and everything organized and proper will drift and drift until i am no longer sure how many hours i have spent wandering the labyrinths in your eyes.
if i had to describe love i'd call it a sandstorm.
i knew that it'd hurt me and yet i walked into the open, looking for you.
i knew it wouldn't last and yet i embraced you with open arms.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
if i had to describe love i'd call it a sandstorm.
these grains of time slip through my fingers and yet they still exist and dig into my skin.
i have to keep my eyes closed or you will blind me again and leave traces of yourself under my fingernails that won't entirely disappear.
if i had to describe love i'd call it a sandstorm.
because whenever you're near i feel that time will burst out of its hourglass and everything organized and proper will drift and drift until i am no longer sure how many hours i have spent wandering the labyrinths in your eyes.
if i had to describe love i'd call it a sandstorm.
i knew that it'd hurt me and yet i walked into the open, looking for you.
i knew it wouldn't last and yet i embraced you with open arms.
