and when you said laughter is like a foreign language i imagined that i was teaching you how to speak it
jcl. you said you don’t laugh much just in general, but i sat with you for two and a half hours and that’s all we did. i’ve missed this. i’ve missed you.
If only this was guaranteed, And everyone would get a happy ending, Then maybe everything could be easier. But I don't know what will happen, Or if it will work out between anyone. So I'm taking it day by day, And thinking about you night after night.
Shadows are impersonations. They move around In the sneakiest of ways. Lurking and inching and cheating. Trying to escape the mirror. The darkness died when the hero won. It didn’t. It just followed them, lurking to get back. The core is darker of the fake. They’re dark, because they tell them of the time gone by. In monochrome, the color died, it lives in the real world now. I don’t have a shadow. I am one.
And I'm looking at this polaroid, With all my conflict at heart. I do not think you are good for me, I do not think this will end well. Yet I imagine myself at your fingertips. The way you laugh as twilight fades, And I know that even if I see the outcome. I am powerless to stop the process.