Your subtle hints, and grieving eyes distract me from my priorities, your desperate jokes, and hurting heart, how I wish I could touch you. Breath against your skin. I wish only to hold you, and make you smile again. You fear death, while I fear life. Your heart seems hollow, and mine is frail. I'd promise to revive you, If you make this real.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 5:29 AM UTC
Your subtle hints, and grieving eyes distract me from my priorities, your desperate jokes, and hurting heart, how I wish I could touch you. Breath against your skin. I wish only to hold you, and make you smile again. You fear death, while I fear life. Your heart seems hollow, and mine is frail. I'd promise to revive you, If you make this real.
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