the hand behind this pen ( Read more... )

Dying; because with him I have no sense of time
Existing; because all he does makes me smile
Sleeping; because he's never really off my mind
Laughing; because everything he gives makes me go that extra mile
Spinning; because he's there to catch my broken sighs
Loving; because he's the only feeling that makes me cry
Falling; because he's the kind of ( Read more... )