it’s beginning to get to me that I know more of the stars and sea than I do of what’s in your head…
We need to feel breathless with love and not collapsed under its weight.
I’m gasping for the air to fill my lungs with everything I’ve lost.
You seem to think there’s nobody like you;
day after day don’t know what you might do.
‘Can’t understand what it really feels like;
something so small is killing you inside.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map