HeadBangingTaurus

Sometimes I just imagine what it would feel like if our lips would touch.

How nice it would be to casually rest my head on his shoulder.

If it would tickle to run my hands through his curly hair.

I don't love him.

Sometimes I just dose off and see a future with you in it.

One where we drink coffee together in the morning.

Where I read my book and you play your guitar like you do.

Where we talk for hours while laying in bed and everything is good.

I don't like him.

A House

A Tree

Talking about everything,

talking about nothing.

You show me around,

you tell me stories.

All these buildings mean something to you.

I see them in a whole new light.

I memorize them all.

I should've went home a long time ago.

"Wanna go for another drink?"

Ofcourse I say yes, because why would I wanna leave now?

Live music never sounded so good.

And beer never tasted good.

"I should probably go home" I say.

But I am able to take a peek at your life and why would I leave now.

Being tired never felt so awake.

And being around strangers never felt so safe.

I check what time the last train leaves knowing I won't bother to catch it anyway.

I should've been home a long time ago.

But is it worth it if I get the change to stay with you a bit longer?

We are back at yours.

I'm tipsy and we're both tired.

We head to bed, I wanna lay next to you. But sleeping in your bed isn't to bad either.

I was supposed to be home and I am supposed to sleep.

This isn't what I had planned.