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* ・゚ ✧ 💌 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 @dspirited
𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 from tongue , sweet taste falling from lips plastered in baby pink gloss in an attempt to act as ease . the trivial matters of being wanted never anything more than a dramatic pursuit to have limbs entangled together at the stroke of midnight , fear for the morning sun present in the tugging of bottom lip between teeth . reluctant to let go too soon , the blinding haze brings only the mentions of reality — a reminder that their lives are never so easy as red cloth against banister , fingers TANGLED in chestnut locks . eyes strain to peer into opposite’s , digits mapping out constellations on the skin above his brow . ‘ i should probably go , huh ? it’s starting to get late . i don’t wanna miss the last train . ‘ pleading eyes tug at the possibility that he’ll ask her to stay , too proud to bring up something that should come naturally to a girl that drips in the stickiness of over - confidence , always eyeing the prize with glowing hues that hope for a feast . too good to be true , their love story . never something so easy as two hearts beating as one , love on the tip of a sweetly sick tongue , always a speed - bump around the next corner and , god , was she ready to break the limits .
tongues continue to be encased in code , carefully tip - toeing across glass hearts and the need to hold on , every syllable hiding something secret behind its surface meaning , a language only they seem to be able to utter . muscles melt underneath the heat of her touch , floating somewhere between sleep and awake until she speaks , a permanent limbo that neither his dreams can escape before she brings him to the surface once again . ‘ just stay . ’ arm wrapped around her mid - section pulls girl closer , proximity never enough to satiate his withdrawals from something he can’t name . ‘ ‘m too comfy . ’ words punctuated by a yawn , timbre grating against sleep - drowsed vocal chords . ‘ i’ll take the train with you tomorrow . make sure you get home . it’ll have to be early , though ... have someone coming over at noon . ’ poking at an open wound that’s never ready to heal over , casual dating something new that non - present mind has let slip into puzzling atmosphere . oh , how heavy his heart beats amidst a jail of flesh and bone , protesting these temporary distractions that drag him further from her , bittered that his mind would try to make - believe that his being could ever belong to anyone else .






















