Every kiss is a cursive line，every touch is a redefining phrase ，if I had only felt the warmth within you touch. How you smile when you blush ,or how you curl your hip when you concentrate enough.
I would have know what ,I was living for . what live been living for. Your love is my turning pige ,only the slveetest words remain.I surrender who live been for who you are .nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart .if I had only felt how it feels to be yours.
I can’t tell you how sorry I am. Big pill looming curl through the wide fance cracks.from now on,we’ll be only a dream.slow we paddle through the lake,straight to the very center of the darkest water where we can embrace. The shadows on the surface , the eyes that look up lifeless from our twins below .And though your arms and legs are under .love will be the echo in your ears.
When all is lost ,and plundered .my love will be there still ,true it’s chilling to hehold up close we stumble back.eyes blink for the crwl,up and out. My beacom will choke ,if yours is taken .I dare four more lines for more lines sello tape can end to .my fickle hands machine surprises , sellotape an and to a story that is hanging swells with every teardrop.