My feet would have to talk for me, for my mouth was to scared too move. How could i conjure enough guts just to even look at you. Such a foreign feelings conquered me, stitched a smile across my face. Until this fear i've grown acquainted with came and put me in my place.
I spent the last 6 days in a constant dream, wishing it would stick with me, like a pety prayer for peace locked in my grips without relief. I turned a stranger into company, filling voids deeper than graves. Your tales take refuge in my veins, flowing through me like the plague. Wish you'd relate to what i feel and not so much with what i say.
Though i know well enough these thoughts will go to waste, the urge to weave my dreams to paper take me over every day. So i'll take a far step back to counteract all the indecisive pride, and try to focus on your heart, and not so hard into your eyes. Construct a friendship worth a lasting bond, than mold it into trust. Swing at that wall you built around yourself until your flooded in with love.
the make movement is imaginary, and a collective effort to promote creativity to the masses. nothing is left to imagination anymore and what better way to use your imagination then to make...make anything even just a face just create.
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