I wish you were a book my book so that I could keep and read you anytime I wanted to and depart from the real world for a while with you
I could take care of your cover especially your spine I promise not to judge the cover, summary, and your story
I could flip through your pages in able for me to know your past live in your present and know what your future beholds
In your story if I stumble upon your flaws, secrets, past, memories no matter how awful it maybe I'd still highlight all of the things I admire about you
I would share your stories how you've got a great adventure with the best plot twists and how you've overcome your fears reached your goals and made it through your struggles
I promise to put you on a special spot in a bookshelf of all of my other books you'd be my favorite one
I swear I could reread you over and over and over and over and over and over and over again like you were the only book that ever existed
I'd take you everywhere and anywhere to also tell my story and together we could make new memories share the sunsets, sunrise, and watch the stars because with you I am truly happy
I wish you were a book my book how gently you let the ink flow through your pages for every word of each page I've got it memorized each phrase, line and quote has got me hooked with all the sweet things you've said
No one knows that I'm never alone Even with the crowd gone The doors latched and curtains drawn He lies with me, in my bed And whispers his eerie songs
He never leaves my side Yet never reveals himself to others He claims to be a master of disguise I'd say he's invisible rather
Whenever there's a soul around He hides under my shadow And just like me, he gets awkward When cupid plays with his arrow
He knows me better than I do He'll listen to me whenever I want him to He is my companion He is my secret friend He'll accompany me even after my life on earth will end.
Breathe in. Breathe out. The worst thing that could happen is not even that bad.
This month changed my whole life plan day after day so I just got to terms with letting it go, I´ll know where I´m going to live next march in 3 weeks and it´s completely out of my hands so whatever. I got nothing holding me back.
We're almost touching. we were walking side by side, you're talking about cabs in your hometown. I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers whispering "it's alright."
We're touching but not quite. you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars. and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile. In this world where I find it hard even to breathe, you believed me.
I almost said it. All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.
I want to find home in your collarbones. Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in? I want to seep in your being because I'm cold. The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.
Almost.
Please don't ever become a stranger, whose laugh I can recognize anywhere.