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.
JEROENFor the souls who slightly push our universes towards a new perspective. – Gratitude.
JEROENOur darkest days were probably infused by the patterns we once needed to protect ourselves. – burden.
JEROENThese days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.
JEROENThe trick to enjoy this, and see it as a part – of the process.
JEROENHer eyes, indigo. Open honest and there is always a hint of curiosity – present.
JEROENSomehow she never got used to not having any – reservations.
JEROENOne can easily make the mistake to lose yourself – incompletely.
JEROENImagine her to be more then just – a dream.
JEROENTo be honest it became quite dark and cold – without her.
JEROENIts about finding that place where she can touch upon the flame without mentioning the fire. – Spark.
JEROENI left nothing but love – behind.
JEROENHow the feeling of never being good enough rarely ever wears off her chest.
JEROENLove is a mix tape, a blend of lovers part of the same romance. – the romance is you.
JEROENI still come here it somehow comforts me – to miss you.
JEROENWhen she shines, she shines bright. Radiant I suppose. Kind for kindness, she lights up to be seen.
JEROEN