"Tell me a secret."
*I cannot *** with my eyes open. (Especially when it’s with someone)*
"No way."
I still believe that one day you’ll tell me you love me.
"Why not?"
When I’m driving, I imagine swerving into the other lane. I imagine what color your eyes would be when you find out.
"I can’t."
I cannot let you inside my anatomy anymore, for twice is far too much. Your touch creates asteroids, and I am struggling to place layering upon the craters.
"Tell me a secret."
Your eyes are still supernovas.
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 12:29 AM UTC
"Tell me a secret."
*I cannot *** with my eyes open. (Especially when it’s with someone)*
"No way."
I still believe that one day you’ll tell me you love me.
"Why not?"
When I’m driving, I imagine swerving into the other lane. I imagine what color your eyes would be when you find out.
"I can’t."
I cannot let you inside my anatomy anymore, for twice is far too much. Your touch creates asteroids, and I am struggling to place layering upon the craters.
"Tell me a secret."
Your eyes are still supernovas.
