Intensify my thoughts.
Make the unseasonable thing in life delightful.
Untangle my interlaced knots.
When you are exposed will you be spiteful?
The heart of mine is leaking
Accept my unmet qualities that you see.
The heart of yours is peeking
Please don't wag away from me.

Instead be fain to stay,
And see what will become of this lovely day.

a cigarette in it's box
toys stuck in plastic
paint in the can
the girl inside of you
the happy one
we are all
*trapped

talking things out
has seemed to work for me
cause the more I ask
the more I find out
the more answers
I have to my problems
and I have found the root
of my anxiety
and my desire from perfection
but don't be surprised
because
*you are the root to my problems

Something about the way she sighs
Always taking those long, drawn-out breaths
Because she once grew so accustomed to taking such long, drown-out drags from her cigarette
Though she broke the habit of smoking
She could never break the habit of breathing so deeply
But you like small sounds

Something about the way she laughs quietly
Like her voice is shy and timid of being acknowledged
But you like small sounds
So you notice

Something about the way she mumbles
In bed, she once whispered, "I'll never leave you"
And you weren't sure if she was awake or asleep
But it didn't matter, you believed her anyway
Because you like small sounds
And you love her quiet way