Every time I looked at his eyes
feels like my heart wants to explode,
he's all that I've being waiting for,
but am I his?

Every time that I see him around
I only want to talk with him
but it seems that every time he's around
I become the shyest person alive.

I've known all his crushes
and they don't look like me
am I his type?
but certainly I am not,
that's what my brain tolds me.

I've being in love
with only one guy
before I knew him but
with him it's all different.

Am I in love?
could that be possible?
Am I having a crush on him?
without knowing him at all?

Am I?

Listen to what you are told
Fragments un fold
of lies untold
and you are sold

bought and sold
A finger in the fold
Callout: a cold
Call-out

"A-Call-Out??"


Litmus untold
brazen and bold
into a fold
you dive

Your reality
fails.
People are more than pails
The screeching and crying wails
a ship of prestigious sails.

And 'Who' give a ****?
of something worthwhile?
Absence of 'dollar or' or 'buck'?"

That chagrin
that, 'buck'
"it's just dumb-luck"
Oraphice-wide, now ****

Please do not hide the things I wanna see
just for somebody that tolds you on what you should be.

there was a story about the trees
the birds tolds
maybe you know

there is a heartache of the waves
screams echoes in the coasts
you are  away,you don't hear

the sky has a secret
hides the clouds
you don't realize

Let me paint a picture of pinbuilt basket hope
Like a ***** tincture of tolds that told me nope
Like a noose that necked me for lack of livery
Like I condused a might slack, a lack of symetry