call me a safe bet, i'm betting im not.

[my_eternal_star]

The shadows glide across the floor with such elligance- like one who is a perfectionist of the arts.  The brightly colored shelves- some sort of fake emotion concealing the evidence in the wood grain.  The flowers in the corner seem to further represent hidden emotions, why not real flowers?  The window is filtering the suns brilliance and the light, reflecting off your face reminds me of summer.  The sorrounding faces emit such royalties, yet my face always seems so blank.  The door serves as an exit for the dancing horses and an entrance for the scholarly.  I begin to wonder why the blinds are never down, and the door is never open; perhaps the windows are the only escape and the locks won't budge.

I'm sinkin like a stone in the sea
I'm burning like a bridge from your body
I'm sinkin like a stone in the sea
I'm burning like a bridge from your body...

<3.