Historias de Awkwardme

' toska ' (n.) a dull ache of the soul, a sick pining, a spiritual anguish. ↳ scraps and pieces of my life, my deepest thoughts, my pet peeves and parts of my lives that i relive everyday. welcome to the abyss that is my sick and dark mind. » © kim marie 2018 «

Me beside you in class Time frozen I sit with my hair down You smile at me With that charming smile of yours Holding my hand And I replay the moment Over and over Like a broken record We talk everything and anything Though the world may stop Like we are the only ones breathing And the world is pure You can take my hand And we go away together In a far away seashore Playing in the sand The waves, the air You look me in the eye And I am lost once again In a daydream.

Where you can talk to me or ask me questions! I swear I dont bite nor am I into cannibalism.