shh. no talking. in ur voice i hear my teen years. and u were never mine then. all i wanted at the age of sixteen was for you to just come home to my heart. kiss my shoulders and whisper the suns favourite lullaby, and then we would've had the whole solar system on our team.
sorry, im rambling again.
but who would've thought four years later u are still on every channel i flick to in my mind. ur at the end of every rainbow i ever got close too. and god, i wish i believed u when u said u felt the same.
