He leads me in haste.
We are crossing the river of knowledge.
He fears I may catch a light or two.
My lover doesn't want me to inhale that awareness, my heart will harden, and my feelings will fade away.
Darling, we are small aliens and perception is exclusive to the inhabitant of the river.
They are scattered around his shores, their heels made of delicate wind and their smiles from sweet, sweet chocolate
Their eyes were guarding our downfall.
They are the genuine lovers, the angels of a thousand lights, the demons of the forbidden temptation, the bleeding wounds, the healing scars.
All the love poems, and the unwritten love stories.Hardest lesson is knowing even if you don’t think you’re responsible for something, if you’ve been affected or can affect something/someone by taking responsibility for it then you are indeed responsible.
