Whatever song you'll hum while you drive is like a rhapsody to my heart. we'd have our fingers interlaced and our hair feeling the caress of midnight breeze as we speed at the highway looking our way to forever. -Ikigai Poet
Run through expensive hotels Just to come home, play Mario Kart in our underwear A high-stake love, we burn like fire and cry like monsoons Holiday flashes become traditions, Movements of our hands and our arms keep the peace The making of our love sneaky and frequent.
Ask you to run away with me into the moonlight To never be seen again Messy wild and barely free Eighteen with too many cares and too many scars to hold alone So let's hold them together You can't heal my wounds But you help relieve the pain
Four hands and two hearts ache for one another Let's build a fort under your desk Stay there till the morning light. Movies I can't help to sleep through Making out through every *** scene l'll spoon you, kiss your bare back Hold you tighter than
Drive until there's no more road, Hands on knees light in the rearview mirror driving in lingerie just for the ******* risk
Showers shared soothe the soul so hold me close and dear Wash my hair and I'll wash yours. The spot in my back that only you can reach. Feel your heart beat through your chest Your wet hair slicked back Piercing blue eyes that melt me like wax and a flame you are my flame.
We're messy and wild and inconsistent and angry and loving and full of so much. Keep me safe and ill keep you wild Until you return, my dear.
with his heart broken the artist sank inside himself drowning in fear and self-doubt once hopeful now defeated inspiration abandoned him unable to paint masterpieces with the poisoned blood gushing from his fragile heart that now runs dry
it is always the lovers the mothers and fathers the friends and teachers those closest to you who plant seeds of doubt in your mind who push you away from your dreams only the strong (and stubborn) may follow their heart while those dearest to them cast stones at their passion
seek what makes you hungry if you are not compelled to act with obsessive vigor if your curiosity does not taunt you with madness then keep on searching for that elusive hunger it is what rips open our chest so our soul may shine
