arctic

can i sleep in your bed? and when i crawl out in the morning can i stay inside your head?

when you leave i cry on the inside

did you fall from a shooting star

lucky stars in your eyes

she's nobody's fool

she is frequently kind and she's suddenly cruel

come find me

if i could, i'd be your little spoon and kiss your fingers forevermore

― Anaïs Nin, The early diary of Anaïs Nin

meet me in my dreams

can i stand in your light just for a while

he knows me by the sound of my sighs

why would you say that

captivated in your cold eyes

there's peace in giving up

think of me later

who else but you

do you love me today? will you miss me tomorrow?

are you still mine