It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.
Not a second goes by where I don’… for you have wound your way into t… Every time my heart beats, a fresh… Christian, Christian, Christian The first time a said your name, a…
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
Flowers bloomed on my fingertips w… Now, when I look at my hands all… And knowing there’s a chance that… And I don’t know how to tell you… But I’m scared that if you choose…
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,
I used to think that you could measure a person’s… by how many and how much people loved them. I don’t know when
It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
Maybe it was was the 7 sleeping pi… but last night I woke up at 1:36… with the overwhelming feeling that… None of my attempts to stop the bu… Eventually,
I thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me
You want me, you’ve made that very clear. But that’s not enough for me. I don’t want lust, I want love. Do you love me?
Hey, you wonderful man, look here… Let me see those eyes. You are lovely, nothing less. If you think any different, you ar… Others may fail to see your beauty…
These scars won’t come off no matt… Unlike dirt or mud, that simply disappear with a bit o… this filth that covers my skin is… A kind that is not so easily remov…