I could get lost In your beautiful demeanor. The way you whisper When theres no one around, And yet the moment Is our secret. Your eyelashes on my skin And I feel lost In a place For only you and me. When you breathe I cant help but feel Like every breath was meant For me to share. I wish the delusion That I get lost in Would captivate you
You look at me With downcast eyes, And I can't help but feel Sorry for myself. I wish that the air that you breathe Was enough to suffice me still But its too thick with regret. You recite what you think I expect you to say. But i can see in your eyes That its all too routine for you. I have a vague sense Of where this is going.
I want everyone who reads this to ask me three questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want, and I will give you an honest answer. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything--