I've never been one to confess my trials to girls who listen
Curiosity runs parallel strings with caring
Prying and pulling with manicured fingers
They wisper a soothing lullaby to coax the girl with fire closer
Kiss the floor to highten their grounds
Lift the lashes off your cheek
Keep the talk for eyes who hope
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC
I've never been one to confess my trials to girls who listen
Curiosity runs parallel strings with caring
Prying and pulling with manicured fingers
They wisper a soothing lullaby to coax the girl with fire closer
Kiss the floor to highten their grounds
Lift the lashes off your cheek
Keep the talk for eyes who hope
