In too deep
If I jumped,would you care.If I jumped,would you jump with me.Jump where? I am not sure,but i want too know whether we are in this together or not.I would jump,if it meant we were doing it together.I would stay by your side forever, but would you stay by mine.I feel like im in too deep,like I'm drowning inside my own heart .Gasping for air,You lift me above the water.Without you holding me up,I would drown.Deep? Probably but there is no other words too describe how much I need you.Like a flower,that needs water.Like a butterfly,that needs its wings.Like a rainbow,that needs rain.Your my whole world,if that makes me sad,then im sad. "take my hand I whisper take my hand and forget what it means to live" Lillian xx
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
Good one .
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shadowlinxxx morgan
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
@shadowlinxxx morgan welcommeeeee...
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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