No, I must go
One more, you always say
My eyes bore yours and
I don’t speak
Your stories, it’s all so profound
Melancholic
The air is sweetened with tension
I soak it up
I like listening to you
Spilling your secrets across the table
I try to understand but in truth I’m
Nonplussed
How can you live with yourself like this
With her there and you here
I don’t say these truths, I want you to love me
Things are brighter from my pedestal
One more, you always say
Make me company
You tell me I’m beautiful
So I stay a little longer
Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 7:42 AM UTC
No, I must go
One more, you always say
My eyes bore yours and
I don’t speak
Your stories, it’s all so profound
Melancholic
The air is sweetened with tension
I soak it up
I like listening to you
Spilling your secrets across the table
I try to understand but in truth I’m
Nonplussed
How can you live with yourself like this
With her there and you here
I don’t say these truths, I want you to love me
Things are brighter from my pedestal
One more, you always say
Make me company
You tell me I’m beautiful
So I stay a little longer