charibellarina
my i love even sense your nearness though we are so far, so close, but so far from where we ought, should, could, want to be. my i love even sense.
miles to go before i’m home again, miles that separate me from you, miles and miles of road, mountains, hills, and seas, miles across, miles to cross, miles to go before i lay next to you...
velvet dress, sweet and pure, pressed purple, buttons down the front, and a flared skirt, oh velvet dress, how i miss me being in you
it’s overwhelming, the tide, the undertow, the pull and dream of what is and what could be and i just can’t take it, i can’t live it, can’t make it, pull me down but push me back, push me up and out and over the tide.