I Am So Much Older While You Remain Timeless.
I am so much older while you remain timeless.
A boy and a woman;
A ghost and a dreamer.
- HB
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You are an idea; A coping mechanism which I am in love with.
I am not sorry.
- HB
I'm 17 and you're 18. But in my mind, we are so much older.
We are two old-souls with a timeless bond; and a love that spans the infinite planes of the universe.
We are forever like the universe.
We are ancient like energy.
Never created, nor destroyed. But always there.
Existing.
Permeating
Without a home.
My darling; we are forever and always because that's how long my love for you will last. Untill the stars take their last breaths. Untill the earth takes its last spin. Untill the world around us is too far-gone.
I love you. I will always love you.
- HB
The girls say I should get over you. Maybe when my mind is well you will go with it.
- HB
Sometimes I dream of running away.
I hold your hand as we sprint; dashing through a field of purple wildflowers and barley so golden, it glitters and shimmers under the graceful sun.
We laugh and so do the birds, twittering into the sunset air.
My love, I would run with you forever;
I would run to a place far far away. A place where no pain and suffering could ever reach our beautifully battered souls.
I would run to the edge of the world and jump
if
it
meant
holding
your
hand.
And when it gets dark, we chase fireworks.
Embers of passion.
Flames of lust.
reaching towards the ever expanding skyline.
- HB
I'm too scared to know you again.
I'm scared that if you meet me, you will destroy him.
You'll turn him to stone;
the version of you that lives in my mind still...
I avoid meeting your eye because I know
I just know
that you'll wrap your hands around my throat
just so he can't breathe anymore.
But I've kept him.
He's mine.
He's alive
and so am I.
I water his grave and sing him songs that you despise. I laugh at his jokes because you don't make them anymore.
You look at me like I'm dirt.
You once thought I was gold.
You and him are not the same.
What
happened
to
you?
- HB