Professional pretender how i adore you
I couldnt ever retain anger towards something so beautiful
My heart is crippled by the tight grip you have around it
The adrenaline puts my body in place and gets me ready to start;
Start a race between my heart and a car
My heart’s valves pumps blood speedily, giving this dodge an unfair take off. Horse power couldnt ever be compared to the stars that sneak their way through my cells into my heart, in my mind,
making them project through my eyes.
How i long to taste your wonderful imagination continously with no intermjsson.
Yet my past is the one to blame
Self love is not a dilemma on my behalf, for insecurities of unfaithfulness strike my beating organ, making it pause, while my visual cortex takes over, munipulating my tears, when the smallest doubt comes into mind
I still crave, and attempt to trust you with the blindest faith known to man.
You wouldn’t hurt me…
As far as my own fear would want to deny, I have hope in you
Whiplash comes about even when your name is spoken.
Nights under a sky is all that is ever needed to be reminded that life is too fast
To stay angry at the past.
My body lingers in bed forcing memories to project against the walls of my eyes.
Legs wrapping around a waist
and arms get a little taste
Of what a perfect wide back feels like when fingertips graze against the smallest form of a circle on the left hand side of a shoulder.
That was all i could whisper to myself when you’re not near.
The scooped spoon imprint in ice cream formed on a neck is the perfect spot for a smooth chin that longs to be touched by the blood pressure of one that couldn’t possibly understand what her legs feel like when he’s simply breathing.
Gasps for air conditioning one to settle with small reps of limited breaths,
You couldn’t understand love as such jf you’re not an alien; for only the two can comprehend what intellectual fireworks look like
-on a beach .