And we were lying on the grass today.
It was cloudy but the sun was burning my cheeks.
And we nuzzle up to each other.
Trying to open our soul to each other.
But being afraid at the same time.
And it's a war.
And the first one who will touch on all the things we don't dare to touch,is the weak one,the loser.
We are just some little vulnerable creatures.
Afraid to get hurt.
When I like a song I'm not thinking I shouldn't listen to it again and again,not to get bored of it,he said.
Do I want to hold his hand or to be holden by the hand?
Do I want to lie on his chest or to lie on a chest?
Do I want him to hug me or me to be hugged?
We are just some little creatures.