Alone, but yet surrounded by many.
Vider à l'intérieur
Him and I, on top of the world.
Lips, lonely and antiquated.
A single kiss, pure bliss.
Dormir seul, dans un lit trop grand pour l’une.
Never wanting to wake up.
Busy, on the go, priorities,
VIVE.
Not a care in the world, waltzing down city streets.
Pour vouloir, mais pas avoir.
To have, and never let go of.
A chill runs down my spine.
A beautiful soul to warm my cold heart.
La fermeture d’une porte, pour ouvrir un autre.
Endless possibilities.
Quand j’ai ouvert la porte, je voulais voir le garcon de mes reves.
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