starcrossed-lover

Thoughts, translated into words, a lingo, letter by letter, from bleeding, bitten lips, they make sound. Words, carelessly connected silibles, lessening sanity, bit by bit, the scentances that form, slicing into hearts. Scentances, put together thoughtfully, structured soundly, deeper and deeper, bleeding my heart out, letting you know. Love, portrayed through words, sweet feeling, heart-felt scentances, subtly strung, companionable sounds, from one thought.

I want to be that person that's always there in the back of your mind. The person that you think about, without meaning to think. I want to be the kid that puts a smile on your face as you walk down the street. The kid that fascinates you, without meaning to fascinate. I want to be the girl that's secretly important in your life. The girl that is special, without meaning to be special. I want to be the woman that's sitting in your favourite chair when you get home from work. The woman that's waiting, without meaning to wait. I want to be that feeling etched so deep into your heart that you'll never let go. The feeling that loves