Things not said
Do you know he’d stay, do you know it deep-down, in that same place you know the sky is blue only to fade to black? Do you know he’d stay until the end of his everything? He’d stay perpetually wanting, he’d stay until he quit breathing, if you asked. Did you see that in his face, in his eyes, did you feel it in his touch? بلاك جاك 21 Do you know these things?
He’s enthralled to you, you hold every key to his every lock. Your smile. soft and bright as full moonlight. Your warm eyes, the color of fall leaves. He knows your face so well, loves you so well, he could sketch every inch with his eyes closed. 1xbet موقع It’s almost too much beauty, more than he can hold inside him sometimes, almost too overwhelming, when things are quiet, when he’s alone, He knows you’re more like a star fallen from the sky than just some anybody. He knows there’s no one who can fill his dull world with so much radiance. He knows you’re the only you.
He’s laid next to you at night, woken from bad dreams, feeling you there slowed his racing heart, made his head a safe place. You never heard it, you looked too peaceful nudge back to conciousness. but he’d tell you things. Angel, I love you, I can’t explain how much, I just love you with everything in me. I don’t want to be anywhere else right now, you’re where I want to be, always, since the day we met. I don’t ever want you to go. He’d feel so much, say so much, all while you slept. 1xbet عربي
He loves you for all your beauty, for the peace you give him when you’re close, but not just those reasons. Something intrinsic draws him in, there’s something intangible that he sees in your eyes that binds him and ties him to you so tightly. Sometimes his wrists bleed, bound by invisible strands. The pain makes no nevermind to him. He’d cut himself a thousand times for you. He’d bleed out for you.
He’s never told you these things, but do you know them anyway, in ways unspoken?
You’re asleep now, but you’ll be awake soon, somewhere else and not with him.
6 commentsI don’t know either
The line from this song that I can’t get out of my head, I don’t know what to do with your clothes or your letters that’ll make a whisper out of you…
I don’t know either. You can get rid of all the things that someone leaves when they leave you, but they’re still so right these, always there. You see them every time you close your eyes.
At least it’s a pretty song.
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