troys-journal:

Dear Lover ,

I don’t know who you’ll be. I don’t know who you are or even if I know you already. I don’t know who you’re loving now or where you lie your head at night. Dear lover I’m not even sure if I’ll be able to recognize you if you hit me in the face . Who even knows if you exist .

I just want to be free. Free to express my thoughts , and not be judged . Free to naked mentally . I want to know what goes on in your mind . I want you to carry me home ..the home that we build with candle lights and little red rose petals as wall paper . Carry me home to the place where our bed is made from cupids power.

Dear lover , it could all be so simple . I’ll wait for you though. That’s all I can be .
I do hope that your my first & my last . I hope you’re the only one .
Why ? Well because I don’t need anymore if happiness is in your eyes . So carry me home . Home to the place we built on top of Olympus , gods and goddesses are our neighbors .. that is how high I hope you make me feel .