To the girl who changed me, I thank you. For if it wasn’t for you, I’ll still be out there collecting broken hearts like a tax collector.
All I know is that I want to quit you, I want to quit this game, but then I see your face and all my logic goes out the window. I see your smile and all my strength leaves my body. I wish I knew how to quit you. If I could, I would.
Please don’t mistaken lust for love. Because it’s only going to end in pain and a hurting heart. It’s only going to end in an ending. Because lust is almost always going to be short lived. It’s just a chemical reaction. It’s not a promise of forever. It’s not real.
I don’t want to know how he longs to feel my body, but how he wants to touch my heart. How he wants to learn my mind, who I am, what I believe, what I think about, what I love.
No, we’re all looking for someone to look up to. Someone who pushes us, inspires us, maybe even frightens us.
Hovering my soul inside me to let another explore,
And visit the corners of this temple I once bore,
Should I tear away my flesh or fill it with unknown colours,
The ones who visit this temple keep silent offerings, those tamed lovers.
Let’s face it, crazy women are great in bed.
He is the one who would drop anything if you needed him. He is the one that you should always be able to count on and that you would never have to second guess.
The mark of summer coming has always been painted with me trying to.
I’m not supposed to fall for
someone who’s heart is taken