10 de enero de 2015

young blood

The doubt in your eyes fills my lungs with bitterness as mine reach your lips wanting them to approach to me, feeling the sparkles and the heat in my heart. I take your hand carefully but tight like you were going to dissapear. Your taste is in my mouth now, and every cellule in my body notices it, electricity is what we are, is what we feel. You are in every breath, you leave traces in all of me, inside and outside. We're trying to say I'm not longer myself, I'm yours every time our bodies touch or our eyes find, full of light, full of hope. We are saying without words what we can't speak out loud; we're afraid of doing it because it will make things too real; now this feels like a daydream.

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