I want to know how it feels to lie in your bed and stare at the ceiling.
I want to know how your sweatshirt would fit over my shoulders.
I want to be a melody stuck in your head.
I want to know how it would feel to be loved by you.
I want to know how it feels to lie in your bed and stare at the ceiling.
I want to know how your sweatshirt would fit over my shoulders.
I want to be a melody stuck in your head.
I want to know how it would feel to be loved by you.
I was born to water flowers
and keep the weeds alive.
Give more of myself
than I ever got in return.
I was born to water flowers
and keep the weeds alive.
I love him
Do I?
or did I just love the idea of him that he gave
the feeling of his arm around my shoulder
his strong leg against mine
the nerves I felt radiating from him
Comments
Log in or register to post comments.