Feelings that I hide.

All real.

I was once hurt by the honey colored eyes.
And sometimes I take small steps toward you.
But I know the dark brown in your eyes is bliss.
And your lips don't taste at all like white lies.

The laugh after the jokes I make are enough.
And I've lost my mind more than too many times.
But with you everything feels like starting new.
And I can feel it in my bones, this is all real.