the maximum volume of my ipod is six decibels lower than my heart's ability to tune you out.
write //
you're my serendipity - i wasn't looking for you, i wasn't expecting you, but i'm very lucky i met you.
basecode // leen.
I want it to fill the pitter-patter of the rain against gravel
I want it to fill the emptiness in between songs shuffling
I want it to fill all I hear.
If the day should come where I can no longer see you,
I want to know it’s you without a doubt.
I want to get used to your touch.
I want to feel it in the morning rays that rouse me from my slumber
I want to feel it in the wind that ruffles my hair when I wander these streets alone
I want to feel it in the sheets that cover me at night before darkness overcomes.
If the day should come where I can no longer see you,
I want to know it’s you undoubtedly.
I want to get used to your presence.
I want to know it’s you without having to turn around.
I want to know it’s you without needing my eyes to tell me so.
I want to know it's you.
And I want to know you.
I want to know everything about you.
All over again.
I want to know the curves of your face intimately. The shape of your eyes, the way your cheeks are chiselled, the knots your eyebrows make. I want to know the sound of your voice personally. The highest and lowest pitches before your voice breaks, the way it cracks in the mornings, the roundness as you pronounce certain words.
I want to know you closer.
So much closer.
All over again.
you're my serendipity - i wasn't looking for you, i wasn't expecting you, but i'm very lucky i met you.basecode // leen.
#14 @ 16.6.14
I want to get used to your voice. I want it to fill the pitter-patter of the rain against gravel
I want it to fill the emptiness in between songs shuffling
I want it to fill all I hear.
If the day should come where I can no longer see you,
I want to know it’s you without a doubt.
I want to get used to your touch.
I want to feel it in the morning rays that rouse me from my slumber
I want to feel it in the wind that ruffles my hair when I wander these streets alone
I want to feel it in the sheets that cover me at night before darkness overcomes.
If the day should come where I can no longer see you,
I want to know it’s you undoubtedly.
I want to get used to your presence.
I want to know it’s you without having to turn around.
I want to know it’s you without needing my eyes to tell me so.
I want to know it's you.
And I want to know you.
I want to know everything about you.
All over again.
I want to know the curves of your face intimately. The shape of your eyes, the way your cheeks are chiselled, the knots your eyebrows make. I want to know the sound of your voice personally. The highest and lowest pitches before your voice breaks, the way it cracks in the mornings, the roundness as you pronounce certain words.
I want to know you closer.
So much closer.
All over again.
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