I want to tell you a million things.
A million stories,
But I am afraid.
Afraid once I start I won't stop.
Afraid you won't care.
Afraid that when I look into those brown eyes I'll see
only see my reflection and nothing more.
Afraid that when you hear all the
bad, that when I reach for you,
as I often do, you will turn away.
As they often do.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 5:20 PM UTC
I want to tell you a million things.
A million stories,
But I am afraid.
Afraid once I start I won't stop.
Afraid you won't care.
Afraid that when I look into those brown eyes I'll see
only see my reflection and nothing more.
Afraid that when you hear all the
bad, that when I reach for you,
as I often do, you will turn away.
As they often do.
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