i dont think i can even compare you to nature or the sounds of waves. i dont think i can simple say youre ever nice thing i can think of. i dont think all the songs that i correlate to you can describe my feelings deep enough. i dont think any metaphor or simile i can pull out of my ass can ever describe how much beauty i find within such a special individual like you are. the only thing that can really describe anything to the bare minimum is that youre in my fucking veins. you are running throughout my blood stream. youre the oxygen that fills my lungs. youre the fucking water i drink. youre fucking everything. big or small youre in fucking everything that i have surrounded myself with.
YOU ARE READING
excerpts from the novel ill never write
Romancea lot of pages of my drabble i have. many passages and poems about my life. similar style of milk and honey by rupi kaur
