If in the cold dawn you can still feel the heat of my lips against yours... If you can feel my skin running down your hands... then That night will last forever for I touched more than your bed...I hold your heart...
I wish I could read thoughts... his...yours... I wish I could know the truth your lips won't say...or your fingers won't write... I wish I could have a daily post of your feelings... If it just was that easy I wouldn't have to crack my head while my eyes try to read between lines...
martes, 2 de agosto de 2011
"Maybe my heart belongs to many...maybe my heart belongs to no one. Maybe my mind plays games and I'm not invited... Maybe there are too many voices in my head so I can't hear at all... Maybe everything's dark...and the only light is you..." S.
