timeflieswhenyou’rehavingfunbuttimestops.when

timeflieswhenyou’rehavingfunbut time stops. when you’re in love. Everything else chan-ges. (promises fade) …. the past rearranges. but ours is a constancy that cannot be contested. seconds are arrested, and minutes are redefined as the rate of the rise and fall of your chest. I can attest to this. When sunrise and sunset equate to one day and even that is a myth. Darling, I insist — lay with me here, and nothing else needs to exist.