Love Quote #7043486
all quotes · love · poetry · poems · infatuation · quote ·

The sound of your voice causes my chest to tighten inexplicably.

The sound of your voice causes my chest to tighten inexplicably. A glance at your face and I feel the endorphins roll within my blood. Imagine the damage caused to my body if I were to actually touch you.

Be the first to comment on this quote.

9 Wittians like this

<
Next >

nerium

posted May 18, 2015 at 7:55pm UTC tagged with love, poetry, poems, infatuation, quote

more quotes by nerium

There was something in the room, faceless and afraid. I asked if you could feel it, this thing between us, and you looked so worried - so sick - that I let it dance away. Sometimes I wish that if only you had felt it too.
we lay in bed, watching as the sun counted down time, and i remember how calm - how loved - i felt just because the warmth of your skin was seeping into mine. i remember the way you looked at me, with such simple adoration that I felt sick; no one has looked at me like this before, as if i'm important. i could feel myself crying - ugly and harsh - and then you had cradled my face - had said "please, don't cry. you don't deserve to" and i crumbled like an avalanche. the way you held me was unreal; i felt loved and secure, but mostly i felt wanted. i wanted this moment to last me forever.

related quotes

i don't know his favorite color or if he likes honey with his tea or if he even likes tea i don't know what song he listens to when he's upset and i don't know what his favorite cereal is but i do know his smile is amazing and his laugh is really loud but it's kind of like music to me and his clothes are really simple but they look really cute on him and he wears glasses sometimes and he looks good with or without them and i really wish i knew all these things so i know what song to play for him when he's upset and if he wants tea i wanna know if i should put honey in it (if he likes tea) and what type of cereal he wants when he wants some but i'll never know because i'm the shy girl across the room who hides behind her hair and the sleeves of her hoodies and glances at him when she thinks he's not looking and he never is
a lot of my life has been realizing that i would cross oceans for people who wouldn't jump puddles for me
"I babysat this six year old, and I was wearing shorts today.. and my scars were showing, I guess. He poked them and he said, "I know how those got there." I replied, "How?" He looked at me with a straight face and he said, 'I've seen them before. My big sister had them, and she said mean people put them on your body when they weren't nice to you, because when people are mean to you, you end up being mean to yourself. My big sister went away. I don't know where she went. Mommy said she's on a happy vacation somewhere, because she was too sad here. I miss her. Don't go on a vacation, please.'"
isn't it ironic how we kill flowers because we think that they are beautiful but we kill ourselves because we think we're not.