i've spend most of my night listening to damien rice, sad, I know.

when they speak
he feels like our worlds are intertwined
they cant feel each others faults
shes perfeect in his eyes

she feels herself weakening to his touch
his fingers running through the hair closest to her neck
she feels nice in his arms
she feels safe



it's unreal how a person can be so comfortable in another persons arms.
it's almost like a security blanket, but in that blanket, are you really secure?
or is it some mind frame you are pretending to have... you never know until you leave the blanket and see if it is still there when you come back to it