With a much more serious face nowadays, Deeper in tone. Quick in wit. The question now is what's wrong. The deep thought that plagues a curious mind. Am I wrong for smiling at such a question, The fact that something appears to be wrong. Thus must be it. In fact nothing is wrong. Just a random impulse I suppose. To reign in as a material savior, Something seen in flesh. The curve of eyes. Everything would be better now, right. Supplying you with a simple answer that appears to be solution to your unjust problem. To what means dictates that I reveal every thought. Just because you ask of it. Single bodied to one word. By then would you be justified leaving me empty. Outside appearances are indeed deceiving then, right. Making assumption to problematic gesture. In the end should we both then be disappointed. The promise of a future with no past. Decorative in a sense. Made to fill the gaps of silence, If at all it eases your mind. No, nothings wrong.
The mere fact that I like that your leading me on Reveals a lot about how I feel about you, continuing to sit here. Such abuse. In fact, I implore you to continue. Tell me more of your infectious lies. What do you really think of me. Fill the gaps of my curiosity. The single body that you speak of contains more than one word. Educate me on the subject of your well being. Am I worth touching on in thought. Do I bore you this much. Don't speak, I fear I know the answer already. I've become immune to your poison. I adore it so. Outside appearances are deceiving. Quite so, point of the matter. You were waiting all along for me to ask you