how many ways are there to say it?
i've waited my whole life for you
budding and hoping to bloom
a witch without her magic broom
buried my head in the sandy blue
and i would wait another life or two
if it was what i had to do
just to catch a glimmer of you
i miss you so loudly. the whispers of morning and your delicate hands, wisps of hair sweeping against my face as i dig myself deeper into you. i will not go softly. i tell it to anyone who listens ho
he says that he's afraid to commit so he breaks my heart just a little bit the funny thing is i've come to expect it his subconscious routine which perfectly fit i sat clean and pretty for six hours s
i've exaggerated you in my head i saw love where it wasn't yet you broke my heart gently in your bed and cradled me, soft against your chest in the morning, you fed and kissed me and when i turned aro