i can have a million conversations, a thousand unreplied messages, a hundred beautiful compliments, but none of them are you. none of them are as enticing as the words that caught my eyes
are as addicting as the sound that you made on my phone
none of them are as enticing as hearing your voice in the mornings
Every conversation is just to fill the void, though i'm scared it will happen again. I will find the one, even worse only to see they are arent you, how they never will be you
they will never have your words,
the same words that filled my mouth to the brim of happiness. ps. send me a text :)