If you know me you know I don't keep shit to myself.
I speak freely about most things like someone winded me up and let go. Words shoot out like bullets.
I tried to hold back just a bit with my compliments. I can't ever help but spill compliments out of my mouth like spilling honey into tea. The sweetest words touch my lips as they escape and wrap themselves around your heart. But I told myself to hold back tonight.
Don't seem too excited to see him Lyssa, you need to chillllllll. But how?
Imagine you came across the most beautiful forest, filled with bright green grass, trees that stretch so high it seems they're trying to see what heaven looks like, you see flowers open up as the sun peeks through the trees, dewy leaves smell of nature. Now imagine you met a blind man, who lived in this forest his whole life. He hears the birds sing, he smells the scents of the world around him but can never see just how fucking beautiful his forest is?
Wouldn't you sit and talk to him, paint a picture for his mind with your words so vivid he can imagine all of this beauty and never forget it's there?
That's what I want to do with you, because my love you are so blind to the beauty you hold. You are the forest, and the blind man.
