When I lay and think, in my bed at night, the day you’ll arrive, seems nowhere in sight. I toss and I turn, dreaming of you, opening my eye’s… checking if my dream came true. It didn’t, again, and a tear starts to roll, weeping quietly… my pillow I hold.
“I just love my relationship with my bed. No commitment needed. We just sleep together every night”
“The sweat of their bodies, listened in the candle light. Collapsing in each others arms, Somewhere in the middle of the night”
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, Th’ uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which […]
If love be blind, it best agrees with night.
Yesterday night I looked up into the stars and matched each one with a reason why I love you. I was doing great until I ran out of stars