your face contorts like burning paper and i wish it would simply disappear like ashes then maybe my face would begin to burn and continue to burn for quite a long while
i've casted a spell so that one day a small portion of something will be mine whether it be a heart or a continent it doesn't really matter to me as long as it is yours or you are there.
a clever retort has never been my forte but neither has conversation not because of shyness nor hatred of others but perhaps because of other's hatred for me