#nicholasbrowne

What do you hold dear? And let me ask is it out of comfort or fear?

Let’s make one thing clear We have no idea as to why we’re all here

You need to know You can kiss me At anytime These lips are yours

My ideal lover: Intelligence, with a touch of insanity

That’s what roses do. They wither, they die, but for one moment they awe

I’m only a fool I don’t know tomorrow and I’ve just met today

We’ve become strangers I watch you grow from afar It was an honor

A simple gesture A simple, “good morning, love” That is all I need