You count the minutes for the water to boil Now you just wait to see when it will boil over Tick Tock Tick Tock Getting closer Getting closer Eruption....
when our eyes met i could feel magic in the air, just like hearing clair de lune for the first time you reminded me of winter snowfall with a wildness that made me feel at home your eyes burning with promise, my heart burned too.
my father told me i should probably keep my pretty mouth shut as he sewed my lips together, but i ripped the thread. i guess his thread wasn't strong enough to keep me locked up forever.