*average*

[infnatspiral]

tremors run thru me
at the thought of it
no else here
the most honest intent

too modest for your own good
a most *average* one
i dont feel guilty anymore
no game or one on won

how do u make me laugh?
i do it all the time
now that i spend it w/ you
but still i am mine

closing mine eyes
i am rushed back
is it that obvious to others
sadness i now lack

a continual consideration
even at the most intense moment
this empathy
u make my smile ur intent