do you know? the kisses you hurled at me the last time we met left me bruised and as time passes they get deeper, richer forming patterns, creating words now,
In the rain , With all the pain, Drenched over the drizzle , I wish I could live a little , Will you kiss me in between the raindrop ? Until our hearts stop !
I swear the most annoying thing about cliches are its truth; love, I think, is partially blind. When he shoots venom darts the blur makes them look like winged green jelly.
That's so cliche; Drawing curtains over my ribcage so that my poor heart doesn't see