Lo que esta en mi cabeza

Mi locura por ti ha existido en otra vida y en otras historias

If touching you makes me a sinner, then why do I feel like I just reached heaven the moment I traced my fingers along your skin?

My thoughts cannot move an inch without bumping into some piece of you

She thinks before she acts. Or more properly, She thinks instead of acts. A character flaw, not a virtue.

Can you look yourself in the mirror in the morning and admit that you are no different from every other bundle of bones on this planet?

Her eyes are closed... and didn't your mother ever told you not to leave a good thing waiting?

It feels silly and fragile and good, but I'm still not sure what to call this thing between us.

Maybe we exist to bleed / Maybe we exist to burn

I knew who i was in the morning, but I've changed a few times since then.

Me encanta sentir el fantasma de tus labios a cada hora del día.

She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.