I want to hear your voice. The sound of comfort to make this nightmare end.
Here’s to everyone who’s lonely all too often ♥
I don’t know what love is.
But if love is thinking of him and feeling my cheeks get hot, he is love.
If love is willing me to do anyhing for him, he is love.
The butterflys and flutters are him.
If love is waking up wanting to be a better person for him, he is love.
If love makes me want things I’ve never wanted before, he is love.
If love is hearing his name and feeling my heart race, he is love.
If love is wanting someone more than you’ve ever wanted myself, then maybe, I’ve found it.
I am not a graceful spin.
I am a clumsy stumble in an empty hall.
I am not a bulls eye, the perfect shot.
I am a drunken trigger with no compass.
I am not a quiet Sunday tea.
I am an abandoned street corner storm.
I am not the clear ring of a bell.
I am a muffled gun shot, a harsh whisper.
I am not a smooth sea.
I am a sea of white caps and broken ships.
I am not anything, the stars or the sea.
I am nothing, the oblivion, the empty.