I want to sit on the curb in the rain and feel safer than on my own in my room. I want to feel your body heat and see the moons reflection in your eyes. I want to cry for you and save you whilst holding you untill we both fall asleep. I want to sense the warmth of the sun and laugh untill everything else falls behind or spins ahead. I want you to refuse to let go whilst taking my problems away with eloquent speech. I want your heartbeats to race in time and never turn away. I'm nostalgic for the days when we tasted the same, for the times when we ran in the rain and we got so wet you dipped your hair the the puddle, when you'd play your guitar and care i was watching. you took the time to entertain me in form. I even desperatly want to do the times when you took care of me when my heart was shattered [and my eyesight was blurred]. i hurt you but you didn't want me to die. i ahve withdrawal symptoms fromw hen we'd both get off just being together."since when are you ryan ross"=]. now " i want it to be me and you forever" seems like a mistake from an overdose of body contact and city adrenalin. A teenage exageration because it felt/was/alot/like love [delete where apropriate].
xo
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