theugliestsunrise

I want to steal the warmth within your eyes and paint it all over the world. I want to catch the passion that streams from your lips and breathe it in my lungs. I want to borrow the fire in your heart and winter will never return. I want to carve the beauty of your bones and display it for all to see. I want to memorize every inch of your essence and spread it through the seas. And the world, will never be the same again.

The first of november (these winters are ours). well, tonight i heard you speak of the chill in the air, and how it doesn't suit you well. I can feel it in the way that you pause and say, "it's getting cold." darling, it has me thinking that we must use these bodies for fire, because the sun is failing us now. and if that doesn't suffice, maybe we could just lay here and let our bones ache together, synchronized in their source of ice. maybe the company alone would make them feel better. you could always do that for me, you know. and if our hearts are struggling then they can struggle side by side. ours have always been unique, i know you mu