take me to art museums and make out with me
But they said to not touch the masterpieces
Well somebody’s gotta pin the artwork to the wall
Honestly, I just want to crawl into bed with you and feel you near me. I need to feel your touch, weather it be your hand in mine, your lips on mine or your skin pressed to mine.
I’m letting go. What is meant for me will be mine in the right timing if I continue to do my part. What is truly mine will still be mine even when I stop grasping it too tight. My focus is to stay grounded despite external influences and factors that are out of my control.
You are witnessing the artwork of a vine
THIS IS HOW YOU USE A MEDIUM.
Perfect loop Vines are my jam
Come here. Bring all of you. Your doubts, your worries, your insecurities, your highest goals, your brightest dreams, your darkest fears. Come lay your body on mine. Put your face in my neck and wrap your legs around mine. Entangle me in your love and affection. Sleep on me. Let me familiarize myself with the sound of your heart beating. Let my breaths match up with the beats of your heart. Hold me all night long. Wake up me in the middle of the night with kisses because you couldn’t sleep. Let me fall asleep to the sounds of you sleeping. Jump on me in the morning to wake up me laughing because you couldn’t wait to talk to me any longer. Lay in my arms and talk to me until all hours of the night about the universe, everything and nothing. Just come here.
Come here. Bring all of you. Your doubts, your worries, your insecurities, your highest goals, your brightest dreams, your darkest fears. Come lay your body on mine. Put your face in my neck and wrap your legs around mine. Entangle me in your love and affection. Sleep on me. Let me familiarize myself with the sound of your heart beating. Let my breaths match up with the beats of your heart. Hold me all night long. Wake up me in the middle of the night with kisses because you couldn’t sleep. Let me fall asleep to the sounds of you sleeping. Jump on me in the morning to wake up me laughing because you couldn’t wait to talk to me any longer. Lay in my arms and talk to me until all hours of the night about the universe, everything and nothing. Just come here.
I want to wake up next to you. That’s all I want. I want the first thing I see in the morning to be your beautiful smile and your groggy eyes gazing into mine. I want the first thing I hear in the morning to be your soft and raspy voice barely whispering out a “good morning”. I want the first thing I feel in the morning to be your warm skin so softly against mine. All I want is to wake up next to you. That’s all I want.
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I saw beauty in her being long before the drugs made the patterns dance on her skin
