Class is boring, and as usual, I find myself drifting off into a world where the skies are pink and your kisses are my oxygen.

It is a place to escape the every-day burdens that are constantly piled upon our shoulders.

I notice the minute hand on the clock, whom finally decides to move, is now touching quarter after.

Fifteen minutes to go.

In this dreamland, your smile trumps the sun and your eyes shine brighter than any star. Here, our love has no need to hide from condemning eyes; our affection is free to be shown in any way we wish.

In this piece of paradise that resides in a rather large crook of my heart, reserved just for you, is the only place that allows me to be truly happy; a place where I fall asleep to your soft humming and our synchronized heart beats then wake up to your plush lips on mine.

The bell rings and you turn to me with a smile.

In reality, your touches are so much sweeter.
Unknown Bold - 16 years, 9 months, 5 days ago