do you know what it feels like?
tried getting this site to work on my sidekick... for some reason i thought this would be more heart felt coming straight from the heart from under the sheets.
i can't help but rerun last nights events and wish that i could make them happen again tonight. it feels like our time is always cut short and i can never really get enough of you. i try to make the most of our time spent together because deep down i know that i really can't predict the next time i'll get to lay in bed next to you.
the only thing i hate about smoking is the smell it leaves behind on my fingertips.
the only thing i hate about sleeping next to you is the smell you leave behind on my skin.
sometimes i feel like we're never going to get to that point where we've got each other's habits figured out. predict each other's next move. finish each other's sentences. most of the time i think that's perfectly fine because that means that we'll never get the chance to get sick of each other. but even more of the time i'm sure that i couldn't get sick of you. i hate leaving because i know the minute i step outside i'm going to wish that i didn't have to... that i could just stay in your bed all day.
i love that even twenty four hours later i can still feel your breath on my neck and your kiss on my skin. i can feel your fingertips running through my hair... it feels just as good as it did last night, but your absence still feels strongest.
hold me like it's the last day.
kiss me like you'll never get the chance to again.
look at me like you're trying to memorize every curve of my face.
but most importantly, tell me that you hope it's not.
"baby, i'm not alright when you go. i'm not fine. please be all mine. i never want you to go because i am all yours, so please, be all mine."
.xOx.
she had an earthquake on her mind.
i can't help but rerun last nights events and wish that i could make them happen again tonight. it feels like our time is always cut short and i can never really get enough of you. i try to make the most of our time spent together because deep down i know that i really can't predict the next time i'll get to lay in bed next to you.
the only thing i hate about smoking is the smell it leaves behind on my fingertips.
the only thing i hate about sleeping next to you is the smell you leave behind on my skin.
sometimes i feel like we're never going to get to that point where we've got each other's habits figured out. predict each other's next move. finish each other's sentences. most of the time i think that's perfectly fine because that means that we'll never get the chance to get sick of each other. but even more of the time i'm sure that i couldn't get sick of you. i hate leaving because i know the minute i step outside i'm going to wish that i didn't have to... that i could just stay in your bed all day.
i love that even twenty four hours later i can still feel your breath on my neck and your kiss on my skin. i can feel your fingertips running through my hair... it feels just as good as it did last night, but your absence still feels strongest.
hold me like it's the last day.
kiss me like you'll never get the chance to again.
look at me like you're trying to memorize every curve of my face.
but most importantly, tell me that you hope it's not.
"baby, i'm not alright when you go. i'm not fine. please be all mine. i never want you to go because i am all yours, so please, be all mine."
.xOx.
she had an earthquake on her mind.

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