When she holds me close to her chest – her heart speaks to me.
JEROENWhen she holds me close to her chest – her heart speaks to me.
JEROENShe knows that he knows where to find her.
JEROENShe knew exactly where she needed to be.
JEROENWhen she holds me close to her chest – her heart speaks to me.
JEROENI remember many songs of september but mostly I remember hers.
JEROENFor the souls who slightly push our universes towards a new perspective. – Gratitude.
JEROENAvoidance. Probably the worst dance. – Complicated.
JEROENThese days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.
JEROENEmpty. Like a vase without flowers – it felt.
JEROENHow the feeling of never being good enough rarely ever wears off her chest.
JEROENAnd so she remained a mystery, something to dream about on rainy days staring at the dark holly clouds passing by. – in a bed of flowers.
JEROENOur darkest days were probably infused by the patterns we once needed to protect ourselves. – burden.
JEROENWhen she shines, she shines bright. Radiant I suppose. Kind for kindness, she lights up to be seen.
JEROENHer eyes, indigo. Open honest and there is always a hint of curiosity – present.
JEROENLove is a mix tape, a blend of lovers part of the same romance. – the romance is you.
JEROENThe depth to her sea proved to be stronger than any mans current.
JEROEN