"I
lay my head on your chest and
somehow my
ears fit ♥ the skin over
your ♥
heart and it's like a
» war drum and an epic poem all at once.
It's all I need «
(( to trace and
retrace the lines on your
hands ))
and map all
the / /places they've touched
and/
/kiss all the
dust
caught in the
webs of your fingers.
////
A part of me
thinks that we'll never be in
this
place again, with our hands and
hearts
intertwined, ///////
*
and then a part
of me thinks that we'll be
here *
F ♥
O ♥ R
♥
E ♥
V ♥
E ♥
R"
