I shan't stand in the cold and shiver when the thought of him lingers in my mind but I shall feel comforted and embraced by the still strange feeling called love.
the small intertwined strings pulling against one another making the connection almost un noticeable so shall I have mercy on thy pity heart or shall thy rain with as much expression of love as I can .
the warm breathes he take against my neck could feed the poor as quickly as a blink . Our life will leave bruises and cuts but its how they mend and heal which makes life tough but no one can stop the burning pit inside that's created from him holding my heart a simple look could set me on fire and burn me alive but then it could furry me and by that I mean I've fallen for certain I've fallen for him but it makes me angry that I have! because that's not supposed to happened but it did..
I like watching him sleep, his chest rising in a pattern and him lost throughout dream, he's a deity of a eye and a immortal love sick beast but he avow that he loves me out loud or was it simply a mere dream, a mishap , a fluke or solid and maybe just maybe it was existent with truth But he has no pity on my heart as I'm full of pity on his thy heart.
shall it be a guard ? a way to protect? a way to hide to escape? I shall never know as I shall never ask because if I shall ask what shall that bring me pain , confusion , guilt or trust? but what I shall ask is what is love actually? but who would thy ask as no one has the answer apart from your soulmate ?
but all I know is he's holding my heart and can throw it at a simply swing but I have that feeling his wouldn't is that love or a distraction?
