She spokeAnd I listenedWords like kindlingAdded to my pyre
I have missed loveA lotAnd for longAnd youRight nowSeem to beMy only chanceTo restore my happinessSo I need you more than anyone
when a world of naysayerscan only naysayin between c l o u d e d visionand faithless effortsgifted ones rise even higher
Every time you look at me, sigh and say, I wish you were normal,my heart breaks a little
Porn was my sex education.
I used to think that love is a poem I write you to the beat of my heart when I receive a text from you