junio 23, 2014

Next to your heartbeat where I should be,
keep it deep within your soul.

And if you hurt me
well, that's okay baby, only words bleed.
Inside these pages you just hold me,
and I won’t ever let you go.

When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me
under the lamppost back on Sixth street,
hearing you whisper through the phone:
"Wait for me to come home."

Photograph, Ed Sheeran.
Cada día estoy más segura de que este tipo intenta matarme con sus canciones.

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