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when I say that I miss you I mean something more,
i mean I’ve been biding my time till you kiss me again.
i keep poems like secrets
and then tell them when I’m tried of hiding who I am.
i am missing you most
in the silence between songs on my favorite record.
sometimes it takes so long for the music to start…
is there a shoreline where the seaweed holds the rocks
so tight they soften into sand?
is it too late to say that’s how my heart feels in your hands?
like you could sift it through an hour glass and pass it off as time
never stood still, and neither did I…
but I will
if you let me.
(Source: missbecoming, via night-0wl)
You will always be my warmth. ↘
You will always be the sweet chill of the summer’s night to me. The water lapping on the dock, your trusting hand entangled in mine. You will always be the stars, shining with not a single cloud to block them from our blurry eyes. But greater than all of those things, you’ll always be the man who…






