Poetry on sidewalks as we walk along the streets of the city. Follow the trail of broken words hoping that it unlocks the secret long hidden in cracks and crevices. The streetlights illuminate the pavement and when we're done, we make our way home. Words are inadequate. How can letters and punctuation adequately convey the emotional storm stirring within me? I gaze into your eyes and feel myself falling into the depths of your soul.
I wish I could run to the rooftop with the world at my feet and scream and scream while I slip away till all thats left of me is a memory.
I guess I'm still trying to figure out who I am. I guess I haven't quite realised what I really want.
But I do know I love it when you stroke my hair as I lay in your lap.

breathe // dream

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