Revived
The tip of my tongue has given up on the idea of quitting your name between panting and promises and my senses have deliberately corrupted me to believe that they are twined with yours.. My tears readily take the pain of blaming you and just you when I am intoxicated and my heart is still unsteady, still struck in believing yours would make it catch the pace. People talk too highly about it and the relief of it But, to grow out of this will never be as serene as living in it Struggling with it fighting with it but never surrendering to it. I wouldn't say it's love that has kept me going, But the adventure of loving you just once and holding onto it forever. Kind of fell for you a little and used your cam.