She pushes buttons to her own securities. – a fair tale.
JEROENShe pushes buttons to her own securities. – a fair tale.
JEROENCarry these pages. Till one day they compliment the tale. – the chapter.
JEROENLove is a mix tape, a blend of lovers part of the same romance. – the romance is you.
JEROENThere is something extraordinary about watching her inhabit the world. – and sometimes she catches me staring.
JEROENShe knows that he knows where to find her.
JEROENWhat if we are all here to complement one another. – Kind.
JEROENWhen she shines, she shines bright. Radiant I suppose. Kind for kindness, she lights up to be seen.
JEROENLike fireflies in the night, she has her way of dealing with the dark. -Illumination.
JEROENHer eyes, indigo. Open honest and there is always a hint of curiosity – present.
JEROENWhen she holds me close to her chest – her heart speaks to me.
JEROENImagine her to be more then just – a dream.
JEROENIts about finding that place where she can touch upon the flame without mentioning the fire. – Spark.
JEROENThese days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.
JEROENWishing, if only she’d care – less.
JEROENAvoidance. Probably the worst dance. – Complicated.
JEROENOur darkest days were probably infused by the patterns we once needed to protect ourselves. – burden.
JEROEN