Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
Maybe I'm getting tired - I can't think of anything but nights with you. I want them warm and silvery.
We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and stars bright.
Torn apart by the storms of love
and put back together by the calms
I lie here in a harbor
that does not know
where your body ends
and my body begins.
Fish swim between our ribs
and sea gulls cry like mirrors
to our blood.
Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.
You’re in love with impossibility.
There are a million ways to bleed. But you are by far my favorite.
I’m haunted by your scent
When I’m talking to someone else
I’m haunted by your eyes
In the middle of brushing my teeth
I’m haunted by your hair
By your skin
When you’re not around
Are you visiting me
Am I dreaming you up
I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything.
I know that each оne of us travels to love alone,
alone to faith and to death.
I know it. I’ve tried it. It doesn’t help.
Let me come with you.
Making love was never about you and me in a bed.
We made love whenever we held hands.
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