The sweetest of goodbyes are wordless. But words are the prettiest paintings, the sweetest tastes and the most exquisite dreams laced intricately into your thoughts. |
Scrawl P.S for me is wistful Spanish
Because damn it I wish you had more to say...
Her skin so soft beneath my calloused finger tips
One last time Ill get lost against her lips...
She was the saddest Mongolian lullaby |
Your eyes glinting that translucent blue |
He:player, She:girl. He asks her out, wishes he didn't. She says no, thinks hes arrogant. Hes intrigued, likes hearing her excuses. Shes amused, likes using them. Hes falling for her. Shes oblivious. Hes irked. Shes confused. He:boy, She:friend. |