From cot to couch, and still I lay
Feeling defeated, drained. Not by the space, but by the day.
Having done so much, yet still so little,
Is always the way it feels without your
One kiss both is and isn’t enough, but like always, we must wait, because on Broadway
“Rushing a romance is a guaranteed killer.”
So before I let our love bleed dead because of my greed,
I’ll feign sleep, knowing that when all are gone, it is only me you
Laying here,so close to you, yet unable to do
To close the distance, I close my eyes and try to force myself
Where maybe, I hope, we can at least dream
Credit: Thunder Arrowwood
So I’m going to be posting my photography stuff on The Clush Life, and occasionally reblogging it here because you know, it’s my work, but it’s hard managing two blogs at once. So yeah, anything credited to Thunder Arrowwood should find its way back here.
Enjoy (I hope), and don’t remove the credit please and thank you!