I loved him. He did me wrong. I cried. I still cry. He fascinated me. I adored him. I’ll still listen to his songs, where his voice is soft and he’s sweet. I’ll still sketch his lovely face and those soft lips I kissed. I’ll still dream of our night, where we felt eachother’s skin and laid next to eachother. I’ll continue to cry myself to sleep. They say if you love someone, set them free. If they come back, it’s meant to be. I want him to come back, but I’m afraid that he never will. Come back my love, come back.
[SMASHES INTO YOUR BEDROOM]
[SHOVES YOU INTO BED]
[AGGRESSIVELY TUCKS YOU IN]
[THROWS STUFFED ANIMALS AT YOU]
[SCREAMS A BEDTIME STORY AT YOU]
[KISSES YOUR FOREHEAD]
[BACKFLIPS OFF YOUR MATTRESS]
[RUNS OUT OF THE ROOM]
[SLAMS THE DOOR]i thought this was going to be sexual then i read the third line
just reblogging for those. that’s amazing
This guy, is amazing. So is his family. His mom survived cancer twice. He’s had his heart broken terribly, and was able to tell me about it. I want to promote him. Shh, dont tell him that I love him. He’s not allowed to know. He’ll freak if he finds out I like him more than a friend,
Even if he doesn’t like me that way, that’s okay. I love him. And I think everyone should hear his music.
http://m.youtube.com/index?&desktop_uri=%2F#/watch?v=o4Ia4o_Zdgs&feature=relmfu
