follow my beats if you can't hear your own.

tonight when we were talking, i asked you, when you felt most alive.
you couldn't answer me.
whether it was a kiss, the kind that you really mean. where every second feels like a lifetime, from when your lips touch base, to the little gasp for air inbetween.
whether it was running, with nowhere to go, and ending up on the edge of the city lights, storing that picture in your memory box.
whether it was the first, fresh breath of the northern air in the morning.
you couldn't answer me.
you will feel it. i will give it to you one day if you can't feel it on your own.
you deserve this.

your starting to give me back something that i had taken away, A.
something i never thought i'd get back.
i can see your heart. and it's a good one.
i've not felt this way in a while.



as for you, G, don't play with fire. because i will burn you. hotter and harder than last time.

O&O. x