Her eyes bounce off the indigo sky
As she fumbles her words.
I can tell that you don't speak English.
I can tell that you want to be yourself;
but you secretly
hold it back.
I guess that's what me and you have in common;
This fear
of being hurt again
by the world you loved so much.
You tell me all of your secrets without parting your lips.
You can tell that I'm in love with you.
You can tell that I want to say it to you.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 6:01 PM UTC
Her eyes bounce off the indigo sky
As she fumbles her words.
I can tell that you don't speak English.
I can tell that you want to be yourself;
but you secretly
hold it back.
I guess that's what me and you have in common;
This fear
of being hurt again
by the world you loved so much.
You tell me all of your secrets without parting your lips.
You can tell that I'm in love with you.
You can tell that I want to say it to you.
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