i just want you to know me
and i want to know you,
but ego
and curiosity
can’t live together comfortably
Because most things I’m ‘fraid to ask
And most thing I’m ‘fraid to know.
Falling to ash in someone’s arms isn’t as hard as sugarcoating
the things we all go through
And we all feel like this
And we all “don’t”
So we decorate our walls
And make sure there no windows.
My eyes are black, so I’ve never
had to worry much about that.
Nothing to tell- nothing to show
Cold, hard touch
not sure where or how to crack the ice..
i hear ”warmth will melt”
But all human hearts
have different boiling points
And my skin
is too sensitive to test those waters.