you cast a spell on me and to my delight, i felt the same tingling sensation in my spine. let me tell you this, lovely enchantress — you need not cast a spell on me for right from the start, you already enchanted me.
she’s the skyscraper they look up to; she’s the church that holds abode. her hazel eyes had witnessed countless storms and she’s in ruins but nobody knows.
mine love wilt endure as long as thine eyes cometh with my soul. thou art a guillotine which beheaded me — but worry not for this heart and soul of mine cometh with thee.
the pain from punching the wall i can't feel them what i feel is more than than knuckles are bleeding heart is shattering head is breaking thoughts are overflowing soul is ripping