Maestronemo

I think this weak engine I call my heart is sputtering all the little love I have left... 

My phone should be taken away from me when I'm having a mental breakdown
          What are these reposts broooooo

I just wanted you to show up.

You've bewitched me body and soul...

Took a nap after sending that
          Only to dream of you again

My heart is buried in Venice. 

I need someone to make me feel that everything isn't a mistake.

Heart ensnared.

All of his sorrow can't fit in his chest

So long as no one can hear me while it aches...