You couldnt tell me all of your [sea]crets, So shore it would encase me in an ocean of hell 
that I wouldn’t want to sail amongst



Where I lost myself in your he[art], For all I ended up with is a heap of your [pain]tings



It was I, that has fallen for the idea of you
 through the sin[sations] 
and proclamations of something abyss

As for this Fountain of youth which never 
dictates our age just replenishes 
our space
, Calcium is what
 makes bones stronger but the Milky Way 
isn’t a piece of chocolate that can
 satisfy such a sweet tooth



Such as the moments that 
you sought [***]fort in me.