you're my secret,
my secret place i like to hide in.
and a secret i can't tell.
i mean, i could, but i shouldn't
if i don't want to throw away
the lavish web i created to keep an innocent façade.

i can keep a secret.
and so can you.
so good even, that i believe it myself sometimes.
that you don't love me.
it really seems like this in the daytime.
it's like you're changing into a different person at night,
into the man that loves me.
i don't recognize that part of you in the light.

the eyes need light to see,
the heart needs darkness to feel.
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this feeling.
it makes you forget all the trouble it brings in a split second.
flips the switch from logic to emotion.

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once we touch we can't fight it.
like two strong magnets that you can't seperate once they contact.

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you're mine
and i'm yours,
from midnight to dawn.
for those hours everything is good,
but as soon as the bottles are empty,
as soon as the haze has dissolved,
when i open my blurry eyes and get blinded by the light,
it tastes like bad decisions and regret.

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and i'll be waiting the whole week for our next escape from life.
i want to go to my secret hiding place,
want to forget and ignore,
i want to feel,
to feel you.
and when we can't be together forever,
at least let us be together
from midnight to dawn.