tell me darling, that we are not wasting time with games when we should be burying our heads in the fountain of knowledge, or exploring the way our veins carry not just our blood but our feelings to the tips of our fingers and back again.
the tossing back and forth of words and banter can’t tell me of the way a heart beats or how long it will be until the earth eventually folds in on itself through human destruction
but you, my dear,
you let me bury my head in your dreams and explore my way through your heart as my veins carry not just my blood but my feelings to the tips of my fingers and back again.
