afraid to dance in the eyes of someone else. keeping all of my moves to myself, showing just the necessary part. but dancing all naked in the moonlight for onself? never, ever, never. no one did so to me, no one earned all the aspects of my trust. no one danced on their own so powerfully to did so.
and now? that's what i got for you.
i got my moves only for you.
YOU ARE READING
what i got for you.
Historia Cortayou. you make me blindfolded and clear-eyed at the same time.
