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.
JEROENI remember many songs of september but mostly I remember hers.
JEROENNothing but the taste of silence touching her lips these days.
JEROENHow the feeling of never being good enough rarely ever wears off her chest.
JEROENThere is something extraordinary about watching her inhabit the world. – and sometimes she catches me staring.
JEROENLovers. They only come close as she lets them.
JEROENOur darkest days were probably infused by the patterns we once needed to protect ourselves. – burden.
JEROENSomehow she never got used to not having any – reservations.
JEROENFor the souls who slightly push our universes towards a new perspective. – Gratitude.
JEROENSlowly she began to realize what it’s like to dream again. – a new dawn.
JEROENWe’ve already been through some of our worst – thinking there never was.
JEROENLove is a mix tape, a blend of lovers part of the same romance. – the romance is you.
JEROENI have tried this letting go part and ended up holding you closer then before. – everyday.
JEROENShe knows that he knows where to find her.
JEROENThe art of missing you, crafted to perfection. – artisan.
JEROENLike all great stories it started with a kiss and ended with a long and slow goodbye that went silent – in the end.
JEROEN