They had been dating for a little more than a year when their separation began. Outside of their sporadic meet-ups, they would talk on FaceTime almost every night. But their nightly calls soon became dull.
They had been dating for a little more than a year when their separation began. Outside of their sporadic meet-ups, they would talk on FaceTime almost every night. But their nightly calls soon became dull.
She’s not mine for the taking, but can’t I just imagine? / Would she care? / I think she wants me to want her — it pleases her. / And I want to please her, so I will.
She’s not mine for the taking, but can’t I just imagine? / Would she care? / I think she wants me to want her — it pleases her. / And I want to please her, so I will.
"Still, I’m afraid to forget you. I dread the day when I will forget these feelings — the day when I meet another girl and pursue her and not you. The day when I’ll sit down and realize that, when you pass by my mind, I don’t feel anything at all."
"Still, I’m afraid to forget you. I dread the day when I will forget these feelings — the day when I meet another girl and pursue her and not you. The day when I’ll sit down and realize that, when you pass by my mind, I don’t feel anything at all."
At least make our love a sound that creates music. / That creates a feeling, a feeling similar to mine. / With that music, that sound, that feeling, please read me.
At least make our love a sound that creates music. / That creates a feeling, a feeling similar to mine. / With that music, that sound, that feeling, please read me.
this is the fire that poets speak about / that romantics write about, singers sing about, artists paint about, bohemians explore / the fire, the burn that I feel for you.
this is the fire that poets speak about / that romantics write about, singers sing about, artists paint about, bohemians explore / the fire, the burn that I feel for you.