Our conversation leaves so much to desire.
An intermission could make me smile or cry.
Animated features, but not a word I feel.
Looking like a show-trained dolphin without a nose or tail.
To notice the real affect you're having on me,
would be the greatest, most interesting claim.
You wanted to feel like you had something to say,
then told the secrets you promised me you'd save.
By flaunting virtue I have never wanted so bad to be the one that could rouse tears in your eyes.
It's odd, the tension, has seemingly surprised me and my holy, never failing fool proof foresight.
Your unmistakably full of life.
So hard to misidentify but unaware of the reason why.
But the chance to see will be given to the hesitant child that lingers inside.
To notice the real affect you're having on me,
would be the greatest, most interesting claim.
You wanted to feel like you had something to say,
then told the secrets you promised me you'd...
Do what you want to do.
Please just stop your staring.
I never wanted you or your savvy for unnerving my theory of the truth; resolute and self-adorning.
I feel it digging into me, creative and cross-drawn.
To offer me naivety; a perfect disruption.
I'd be careful with her mind; fortune can often cave in.
Born from healthy distraction, the kind that none of us can resist.
I feel it digging into me - more than last time; a sound that never sinks out of sight.
It's not a tangible reason.
I feel like you never believe me.
To notice the real affect you're having on me,
would be the greatest, most interesting claim.
You wanted to feel like you had something to say,
then told the secrets you promised me you'd save.