i feel you through my subconscious,
and it’s then that i have no choice..
but to feel you for what you are to me:
the face in my sheets that i’ll never see
my heart’s tied up,
the ropes won’t cut;
but you should see how they slacken when i see you.
written about a boy,
it’s all a true story.
his eyes would actually completely glaze over sometimes;
one of the many things to love.
you wouldn’t understand if i said sorry
i wish i didn’t care that i havn’t said sorry
She could sit there all day,
As his chest slowly contracts.
Her tears falling gently down onto his back.
They are part of eachother,
even when they’re alone.
No-one disturbs her,
for ever…