I’m a mountain that has been moved
I’m a river that is all dried up
I’m an ocean nothing floats on
I’m a sky that nothing wants to fly in
I’m a sun that doesn’t burn hot
I’m a moon that never shows its face
I’m a mouth that doesn’t smile
I’m a word that no one ever wants to say
I’m a mountain that has been moved
I’m a fugitive that has no legs to run
I’m a preacher with no pulpit
Spewing a sermon that goes on and on
bunebulae asked:
dyrus answered:
That sounds unsafe
I woke up to find you still lingered on my tongue,
even though you left so long ago,
I felt your kiss every time I puffed on a black american spirit
and I felt your hands every time the river waters embraced my waist.
I would have gone anywhere with you,
if you wanted to trek the biggest, coldest, mosquito eater infested mountain
I swear to God I would have followed you.
I wanted to trace the cupids bow of your upper lip every night
before I went to sleep.
I wanted to take your hand and put it against my cheek
and kiss every single one of your fingertips
because they create magic
because everything you do is magic.
The feel of your soft hands ghosted on the small of my back
as I tried to push your face out of my mind
through empty bottles that make me miss you even more.
I’ve loved before and I’ll love again,
but what would I give to love you and only you for the rest of my life
and I’ll wish on every shooting star
and every fallen eyelash
that some way some how,
I’ll kiss you goodnight
and help you fight your nightmares that I know come so often.
I’d never want to see you unhappy,
and I swear if you let me hold you,
I’d never let you go.
I love the sims because I love architecture, interior design, and playing god
