This is what happens when i give you my heart
wrapped up in paper and ribbons-
it's delicate
and gifts are made to be kept

My lips will quiver if you ask me
exactly how I am

And maybe my eyes will tell you one thing
and my voice will tell you, another
And though I'll attempt to replicate the smiles
That I pulled when I was younger
You may not take the surface
Instead doubt what's hiding under

I guess it's best to say,
I shouldn't attempt to answer
I know the tragic silence
Will describe my suffering better

This question comes
As unexpected as it was
that you would fall ever for me

But I'm still asking
Do you still love me?

flowers are so beautiful
let me plant one on those lips

not everything is temporary
at least not yet
im
still
struggling

im standing my ground
with faltering knees
and you hear me speak
with both hands trembling
The moon keeps tugging for the tides
and my emotions arent defying gravity

Because my science teacher taught me
that the moon evokes the tides
But she never taught me
how humans were like him too