So I wrote that last night, I'm really not sure if it's good...You tell me. Guess who's talking :)
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The distinctive scent of his soft skin, I would recognize it in the middle of a sweaty crowd.
That much love bruises my head and my heart, my reason quit already.
What am I supposed to do but eat up the sweet pain which his sugar voice gives me.
That's all that life has to offer.
Suffer. Pain.
Search for the second at which a smile reaches your face as a cloudy day filled in with a colourful sun.
Actually there's nothing else right now.
Searching for that sugar breath.
I'd rather die that lose my scent because I need to access at least that part of his personality, I need it.
I don't deserve it.
I won't fight the pain that sickens my soul. I will only slightly caress the edge of my dreams and never wake up again.
