He was a man of very little words
He was pessimistic about everything.
He was the type of guy you didn’t want.
He was the heartbreaker.
He was the temptation, the kiss you wanted.
He is the guy you love.
The butterflies that flutter flap their wings against my stomach.
The feeling that you give me.
Every touch that sends the chills up my spin everytime.
The feeling that you give me.
How much every kiss completes me everyday.
There are so many other feelings that you give me,
But I could go on for days.
I think the best. I’m the quietest I’ve ever been. The thoughts just keep coming, flowing like a stream. There is no stopping the creative process. The process that you created.
Two people. Two hearts. Four hands. The plans were on the table. One of those hearts will stop beating tonight. The heart that truly loves will die. While the murderer holds onto their hand and dies with her.
You could say that your murderer that comes back to hold my hand while the heart dies. You had my heart, broke it, and then took it with you. Now your back with it? Offering back my heart. I can only ask of you to hold my hand.
With everything going haywire would you still have faith in me? My world is upside down if I can’t have you.
