LOVE???
random thoughts, poetry...
Permalink
BE
Sitting here breathing you in
and my mind slowly starts to spin
and it takes me back to the moment
where it all began
By your side, I wonder
what shall I become to this man
In this moment, it all seems to clear
I don’t want to go forward without you near
So I take you in
Allow you to become a part of me
and slowly, we develop a rhythm
until the me becomes a we
Here we are, molding to each other
Drawn in, as if we have been tethered
Me anchoring you, you anchoring me…
…We
The me has become a we
and I don’t know how to explain
the way my heart jolts when you touch me
the feeling of joy I get when you call me ‘baby’
I can’t explain the calmness that encompasses me
when I’m in your arms
I can’t explain the calm
I don’t how to make verbal this thing that I’m feeling
I don’t know how, but I’m more than willing
to stay by your side until I figure it out
to hold your hand, and ease all doubt
I know I can’t explain it, but I know that it is all good
because you have given me a peace…
a peace that surpasses my own understanding
or maybe my heart is just too blind to see?
I don’t know what to call it, but I know it makes me want to be
so much more to you, that there’s no room for others to compete
I want to be, I am going to be your all
because I refuse to allow what we have wither
this flame, this passion, this feeling
this we
Permalink
See what your followers think of you.
- Black: I would date you.
- Green: I think you’re cute.
- Blue: You are my tumblr crush.
- Grey: I wish you would notice me.
- Purple: I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
- Teal: We have a lot in common.
- Yellow: FUCK ME, LET'S FUCK.
- Orange: I don’t like your blog.
- Brown: I don’t like you.
- Pink: I think you are unattractive.
- Red: I hate you with a burning passion.
- White: Marry me.
- ..... because.
Permalink
Common Sensual.: My Fucking Problem.
I have a problem.
My heart is outside of my ribcage somewhere.
I come across a beautiful young lady.
I over think it.
She likes my thoughts.
I hate them, after a while.
Thinking, alone, gets tiring.
We engage in alot of thinking.
We’ve both got masks on our rib cages.
Hiding the truth.
…
(Source: whereuniverse)
Permalink
Heartbreak
That crushing pain just never seems to leave.
There’s never even a brief feeling of relief
Just more pain
And tears wanting to break free
Needing to destroy that barrier
But something deep inside just e won’t let it be.
Night after night
Still feeling the crushing
Still feeling the pain…
