You say you know what my soul yields for. But I'm not like a flower that obeys the still waters. I'm a broken vase glued into perfection. My inside is dark and hallow. I scream day and night looking for a way out of this mischief.
My eyes leak when all the extroverts leave the room. I don't like the the way my lips are sealed in argumentative conversations. I always have something to say but the world is too bright for fifty shades of truth.
And I mean the opposite of what I tell most times. I'm fine means I'm about to break down and lose my mind. You're annoying means your presence is as warm as summer. No means yes or maybe. Maybe means if you'd dance with me until my last breath, just do it. That little side eye means your eyes enchant me like the stars making way to the north pole.
