Your face is hypnotizing. When I look in your eyes my hurt bursts with adoration, and I know that there could never possibly be anyone out there more perfect for me. I wish i could spend my life connecting the freckles on your face, and breathing the air you breathe, because that is the only thing that can make me truely happy. The sweetest smell is the smell of your skin, the smell of you close enough to me that it sends chills all over my body. The vainity that seperates us has a cruel intention. Its a discusting feeling, to feel like you are not enough. Everyday I wake up to an “if only”, but when exctly is it going to be my turn. My turn for love. My turn for peace. My turn for contentment. If youre out there love…I’m waiting
