|I keep looking up your photos and my heart starts to pound, it tries to run away. |
I try to image the first moment I'll see you, to recognize your smile and your eyes.
the urge, wanting to stand right infront of you, be close or just there for you.
I want to cradle your face in my hands.
when I kiss you I want to let myself flow and fall ~ maybe get caught by you,
when you kiss me back.
in english thats how my brain works, the most private thoughts, feelings + emotion
stay hidden there.
*I should write them down instead of constantly let them snoop back into my
conciousness, so my heart won't race off and disappear...*
I really should write them down may put them in some kind of poem...