i've been thinking lots
about you, damn. i thought that maybe i could really control the boat while the storm rages and cries but my heart keeps pushing and taking every single one of us into a spiraling black never-ending hole.
protect me from what i want
protect me, please; for i am only a fallen angel and my wings are bleeding so much i can not really fly back into the skies with my mother and my brother
protect me; i can't tell human nature and instincts and desires; it drives them mad - love specifically. we can't let ourselves fall back into our dark hole.
you are cute. i think you are so very soft, maybe like cotton candy,
cotton candy by the station
i want to take care of you like i never did with anyone -
i want to touch your curly soft hair and if i could, i would stare into your eyes and tell you
you have the most beautiful eyes i have ever seen, and that is such a wasted compliment - each time i found myself lying to every man in my life saying yeah; your eyes are pretty but really though, they had nothing special. common.
but yours, though. maybe i know now, what every one else thinks of my eyes - i can't really stand to stare at them for a long time
and if i just sat and wrote all the things i notice on you - i might need to stop because before you do, i will be creeped out.
