My mind is filled with scattered thoughts of the way your hands felt on my thighs
Yet in the patchwork of people in the hallway your eyes won't even meet mine yet you claim I am more beautiful than any other girl you've met
My heart aches at the though of raw lips devouring each other determined to press closer than humanly possible
Yet when I call you by name you silence me because it's to painful to hear the woman you said you adored, use the same name your friends do. So you might not associate it and begin to feel guilty
I am your beautiful secret you say after I catch you flirting with another girl
What if I don't want to be a secret! What if I simply want to be yours fully and truly yet you don't even deserve me! You don't deserve the love I give you, the affection and care I try to give you! I don't deserve the pain and regret I feel every time you look me in the eye and tell me I any out beautiful secret!
