You are the hole
in my head.
You are the space
in my bed.
You are the silence
in between
what I thought
and
what I said.
You are the night time
fear.
You are the morning
when it's clear.
When it's over
you're the start.
You're my head.
You're my heart.
Giulia | 17 | Italy
just-shower-thoughts:
people who say they love you might not love you at all and people who never say they love you might love you a lot