He took me to some world I never thought I'd ever get to be in. It's a lost feeling where we're the only two people alive, in each others arms. Warm, happy but our hearts cold, confused. We stand on the terrace, his arms around my waist as I cup his face and look into his eyes. I see stars, a cluster of white and black, I feel his breath on my cheek. I can't explain the feeling. His body is soft and warm, as if he's still a child, there are pockets of chubby fat that I love to touch and feel. It's oddly comforting. Our romance is like a whirlwind where I feel happy and sad at the same time. he plays my favourite music every time we lie in bed. Side by side. I curl up, my head on his chest, running my fingers down his body, the small marks, his warm skin, the distinct smell I know I will recognise anywhere. It's a smell I wish I could bottle and keep, it's tempting to love him. His brown hair, his kind smile, but his eyes with the most beautiful smile lines on the edges. I feel like kissing his face the same way he kisses mine. I want us to keep this forever, this funny but sad feeling, I want him to be my best friend. I want to know him. I know I'll lose him someday soon. Till then I want to listen to his breathing in the dark, his warmth, his hands tracing circles on my back.
We met by chance, the first time he looked at me, took me by complete surprise, I felt like he was this odd boy, this boy who wanted to make people feel special. But there was something that he's not happy with, it races through his head. He reminds me of all my astronauts. They float through space, not sure where they're going. Or maybe he's sure but he still has this look... where I feel like I want to hold his hand, make him happy too. Because he's perfect and deserves so much more. I see him as this boy walking through a crowd, his face empty, but he just walks, no expression. He's beautiful in so many ways but he's just walking, no one notices.... His stony expression is screaming for help, for something, he resists every time someone comes too close, he burns, he tosses and turns every night in bed. I want to care so badly for him but I promised I won't. The smoke he takes out each time we smoke swirls over his head. There's a shadow that hovers over him, it's not shattered glass. I see him looking at himself in the ice. He watches himself, a thin jacket around his shoulders, his hair covered with a thin layer of frost, there's a tear dripping down his face.
There are days when I believe that he's so strongly built this persona of the brooding boy living in pain. He wants to feel it, it makes him breathe just a little longer, it keeps his eyes open for a minute longer as he gasps. But don't we all need something to hold? something to build? Of broken, misunderstood people?
He pulls me up and holds me, for a minute he looks into my eyes and I don't breathe. I can't. I want to devour him, to spend time with him. I want to dance with him sometimes, just, my head on his chest as we spin in slow circles, his chin on my head. Perhaps he doesn't care, but I want to believe he does. He kisses my cheeks and I feel them getting warm, I melt into his body. He kisses every inch of my skin, his soft lips, his feathery hair I slip my fingers into, swirling and twirling. He pulls me closer and there are times I want to cry so hard because I can handle him. My love, his confusion, our want for each other's bodies, how he delves deeper into my heart, the push and pull. I want to fall in love, I want him to fall in love, but we won't. We can't.
The rain drips down our faces and he holds me so close. The music plays in our heads, beneath of hearts, it draws us closer as he sways with me in his arms. I've fallen in love with those moments. Those times when he treats me like a child, calms me down, drums his fingers down my spine, when he looks into my eyes and smiles. That one time he told me he could write a book about my body, the smell of my hair, the curves of my back as I stand on my toes to kiss him. Perhaps he tells every girl the same thing. But it just doesn't matter. All that matters is that I want him to be happy. I've never felt this way. This feeling of sadness.....
We met by chance, the first time he looked at me, took me by complete surprise, I felt like he was this odd boy, this boy who wanted to make people feel special. But there was something that he's not happy with, it races through his head. He reminds me of all my astronauts. They float through space, not sure where they're going. Or maybe he's sure but he still has this look... where I feel like I want to hold his hand, make him happy too. Because he's perfect and deserves so much more. I see him as this boy walking through a crowd, his face empty, but he just walks, no expression. He's beautiful in so many ways but he's just walking, no one notices.... His stony expression is screaming for help, for something, he resists every time someone comes too close, he burns, he tosses and turns every night in bed. I want to care so badly for him but I promised I won't. The smoke he takes out each time we smoke swirls over his head. There's a shadow that hovers over him, it's not shattered glass. I see him looking at himself in the ice. He watches himself, a thin jacket around his shoulders, his hair covered with a thin layer of frost, there's a tear dripping down his face.
There are days when I believe that he's so strongly built this persona of the brooding boy living in pain. He wants to feel it, it makes him breathe just a little longer, it keeps his eyes open for a minute longer as he gasps. But don't we all need something to hold? something to build? Of broken, misunderstood people?
He pulls me up and holds me, for a minute he looks into my eyes and I don't breathe. I can't. I want to devour him, to spend time with him. I want to dance with him sometimes, just, my head on his chest as we spin in slow circles, his chin on my head. Perhaps he doesn't care, but I want to believe he does. He kisses my cheeks and I feel them getting warm, I melt into his body. He kisses every inch of my skin, his soft lips, his feathery hair I slip my fingers into, swirling and twirling. He pulls me closer and there are times I want to cry so hard because I can handle him. My love, his confusion, our want for each other's bodies, how he delves deeper into my heart, the push and pull. I want to fall in love, I want him to fall in love, but we won't. We can't.
The rain drips down our faces and he holds me so close. The music plays in our heads, beneath of hearts, it draws us closer as he sways with me in his arms. I've fallen in love with those moments. Those times when he treats me like a child, calms me down, drums his fingers down my spine, when he looks into my eyes and smiles. That one time he told me he could write a book about my body, the smell of my hair, the curves of my back as I stand on my toes to kiss him. Perhaps he tells every girl the same thing. But it just doesn't matter. All that matters is that I want him to be happy. I've never felt this way. This feeling of sadness.....
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head, I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head, I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world, mad world
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world, mad world
Children waiting for the day, they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher, tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher, tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world, mad world
Enlarge your world
Mad world
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world, mad world
Enlarge your world
Mad world
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