it's a sick game you play. you grow your roots so deep within people, and once you are satisfied, you watch as you neglect to water and offer sunlight to the same seed you used to nurture. -n.t
Oh what a feeling, to be surrounded by you
To feel your gentle fingers in between mine
To feel your comforting warmth,
As our legs slowly entwine.
Our sleepy eyes meet, as we wake to the sun
I breathe your scent in
Our hearts begin to beat as one.
I lick my lips,
The one’s you like to softly chew
Your tender energy filling the room
Oh what a feeling, to be surrounded by you.
Lost but not forgotten
I promised myself I would find you again
I see a glimpse of you every so often
But you never stick around long enough for me to enjoy you
I have looked under the messiness of my past
I have tried to find you in the hopes of my future
I have tried to force you upon my face
But, it never really is the same
Smile, please do not hide any longer
People are so insistent on “being yourself”,
But how can I be myself, when I don’t even know who that is.
You were the moon, I was the sun. You only glowed bright, because of the light I shone. --n.t
she will make you think she took your breath away. you'll open your eyes to see her pulling you deeper, drowning you in her own sorrows. -n.t
and you were the hardest goodbye, because you had the softest lips.