Listen while I tell of a secret life. Clandestine lives entwined like vines. You may already know where when and how. If I tell you then, it's no secret now.
The way that you look makes me bugeye.. The way that you love makes me high.. The way that you move heats my burner.. The way the you love make me sigh..
Whenever I collapse, whenever I fold in your arms, that's when I know I'm holding you.. Holding you within my grasp.. Whenever I feel trapped, held by the inescapable, I try to put my mind at ease, protect the heart worn on my sleeve..