I just wanna hold your hand in public
With no worries, no fears
I wanna feel your lips pressing mine every morning to wake me up
And feel your arms around my body, holding me close to your heart.
But you're to scare of what everyone else is gonna think
You're too ashamed to tell people about our love
And maybe, maybe I'm tired of loving you so hard I can't even breath
It hurts my lungs, it hurts my chest
That you're so cold
When all I can do is loving you.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Broken Thoughts.
Short Story*Escritura creativa* Estos son pequeños escritos que no encajan en ninguna parte más que en mi cabeza.
