It's like when we're alone we don't pretend.
Who?
What?
And why?
My stomach want to emerge butterflies and float around me, making me into a giddy little girl.
It's your effect, I can't stop. I'm the addict. The drug to its dealer, the liquor to it's buyers lips and the air to the world.
Is it just the touch I crave?
The kiss I long for?
I think it's deeper than that, complexities. Yet so simple and light. Without words to say, or actions to do, we just know.
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Eighteen. Macabre & Romance
Beating. Beating slowly. Beating for you. My heart beats for you. It thumps when you are near. And I fear it is so loud that you could hear. But it beats. And it thumps. And it's inside my chest.
Thunderous. Thunderous. How can't you hear my heart. It beats and yells so loudly, Whenever we do part. Deathly pale. O, deathly pale. My skin you so affect.
Eyes that are piercing, why do you look at me. Even in the shadows I feel them linger, Lips as they brush off me, bring shivers.
The thumping of a heartbeat, pounding vigorously into the chest - the ever-so-light trickle of sweat spontaneously erupting from the back of the hair - the sudden dryness of the mouth and looseness...
Shades of dark, Shades of light, Pull me in, Hold me tight. Kiss me deep, Touch my skin, Forever more, I be your sin.
So here I was, walking Hannah home again. She was lost in her usual sea of thoughts, so there was no way she could tell how ill-composed I became each fucking time we bumped shoulders. Or could she.
Tomorrow, I need for you to drive safe for things we've left unsaid. Talking to you is never easy. When ever I see you my heart goes crazy.
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