j
lying in my bed with you, my mind is not at all where it should be. because i'm thinking of three years ago and snow falling and a certain boy reading romance novels into my ear. of that day we laid close in a room that we thought was secluded only to be discovered in our acts of infinite nothingness.
your eyes remind me of pretending to be older and going back to bed in the middle of the day. you remind me so much of what i'm trying not to be. our hands brush, clasp, intertwine but my french tips haven't retained the class that i guess i wanted. and i am realizing that no matter what i tell myself, i haven't changed and
i'm sorry.
your eyes remind me of pretending to be older and going back to bed in the middle of the day. you remind me so much of what i'm trying not to be. our hands brush, clasp, intertwine but my french tips haven't retained the class that i guess i wanted. and i am realizing that no matter what i tell myself, i haven't changed and
i'm sorry.