For someone who is somehow, so good with words, I say very little to him. Everything between us is off limits but I keep my lips pressed on his skin rather than speak. No boarders were set and with each passing night spent with him, I see more of the man I want to know. … Continue reading Unspoken



Every time I'm with you I can hear your heart beating just a little bit louder We most definitely weren't meant to last but we met whatever we are I'm sure as hell never going to forget us J. Saunders