It’s like if i could make this world spin a little slower i would so we could grow a little closer. Its like if heaven had a taste she’d be equivalent, or if love needed a image he would be fit for it…its like perfection meeting confusion, or lust at its peak meeting passion & curiosity, or hate meeting forgiveness. Its like indescribable, beautiful is an understatement, its like no combination of words come together well enough for me to express or explain where mind has decided to camp at.
