I guess that’s the thing with forever you only get it once. So when you find yours in someone there’s not a thing you can do to forget and nobody else could ever come close.
AIMEE C. HOVEYI guess that’s the thing with forever you only get it once. So when you find yours in someone there’s not a thing you can do to forget and nobody else could ever come close.
AIMEE C. HOVEYIts like you sat back and listened saw everything it would take you learnt how to hurt me perfectly and then could hardly wait.
AIMEE C. HOVEYAnd you, you’ll always be the most brilliant mystery a masterpiece of october midnight hauntings my best dressed trauma at the evening masquerade.
AIMEE C. HOVEYAnd I miss where the sun sets. Over the english channel, on the south coast of sussex.
AIMEE C. HOVEYHonesty, I don’t know how to love you less. Let alone not at all. I try my absolute best some days but this just makes me miss you more.
AIMEE C. HOVEYA long time ago I came to realize that no matter where I am no distance I could go can ever make my heart forget you’ve made a home inside my soul.
AIMEE C. HOVEYShe’s never seemed fragile, or weak. No. Never. Not to me. Her strength, is viking. Her bravery. Her wild. And at night, Helena, she sleeps. With the wolves lovingly at her feet.
AIMEE C. HOVEYAnd as I gave up the fight to leave the forever in my heart behind, I made friends within the hellfire beast that will always burn a little too close whilst you remain out of reach.
AIMEE C. HOVEYThere’s a sincerely bittersweet truth in the way neither of us deserve me loving you.
AIMEE C. HOVEYThe more you push to get close to me, the more I’ll withdraw. You’ll never catch me. Not if I don’t want to be caught.
AIMEE C. HOVEYI miss you now since you were here than you never where. I’d forgotten what its like to watch the world with you and how much you feel like home.
AIMEE C. HOVEYNothing but hard work makes dreams come true and I will slave’til the end for a chance to watch the sunrise and fall beside you.
AIMEE C. HOVEYRomeo and Juliet have nothing on this story, all the places we will go, or down in drumroll glory.
AIMEE C. HOVEYHow is it possible that only you can stop time when I meet your eyes of green gunshot fire.
AIMEE C. HOVEYYou’ll be what keeps me awake at night. Ignescent in the dark and impossibly my happiness.
AIMEE C. HOVEYThey say what is lost can always be found in the last place you look but I wouldn’t be so sure that you’ll ever see this version of me again.
AIMEE C. HOVEY