(no subject)
In the process of...
Two or more things.
Starvation of the eyes
I need to see every
Little
Part
Of
Your
Smile
Do you yeild
Do we feel
What is lonesome
Besides a boring word?
The apathy of everything else
Besides the thought of
You
Lets move past the times,
Where words would have trouble
Being said
Twist my fingers into knots
And think of your plot to kiss me
Nervous is not an option here
Two or more things.
Starvation of the eyes
I need to see every
Little
Part
Of
Your
Smile
Do you yeild
Do we feel
What is lonesome
Besides a boring word?
The apathy of everything else
Besides the thought of
You
Lets move past the times,
Where words would have trouble
Being said
Twist my fingers into knots
And think of your plot to kiss me
Nervous is not an option here