by Sorefromreality Dec 14, 2008
category :
Love, romance /
desired love
I want your lips, they're like morphine. Stop pretending and cover yourself in me. Let me spill into your head, fall onto your bed. Let's entangle ourselves in the questions we dare not answer and the bonds we are afraid to share. Stop saying it cant work when you want it to so badly, and begin plotting the demise of this storybook love that could be something more than nothing. It could be real, intense, and alive. We could create something alive. |