I watch you as you watch me and I deliberate as you calculate me, they lay the napkin upon my knee and I feel a sense of unease.
Marius gives me attention in the most lavish of places, with the most beautiful eyes, but you know it’s you I come back to.
Your interesting you place your bravado on me, you place your eyes on me, I can’t help but feel shy, yet again someone pierces my soul.
You stab into me, I feel jovial in my demeanour and as do you, the quantro, tastes like my past but your now part of the future.
You are not without your flaws and I am not without mine, that is what makes you interesting and interested.
You hand me your hands…with the card and the wings you gave me prior to our unusual engagement, the lollipop, makes me smile though I know what goes on in your mind.
When we are together with him, and you still sing to me the parts of the song you want me to hear, nobody knows truly what it means other than me and you, so as much as it’s in the open, it’s still secret.
I hear what you say, and I sit in front of the car I don’t care to glance because it would be obvious, but you state it is what I assumed and you wasn’t just singing out of joy, you make it your point to tell me, it was joy but low key.
I look into your eyes, and I sit and think, what you have seen and what you see when you look at me, you have no quibbles of telling me either of my internal questions.
You lay some seeds you think you sow them, but I see them, do I don’t swallow I just let them grow at my feet, I know you think as much as me…
The things we have shared…are questionable, already….but with your background and my dark mind, I know I can lead you into the joy of a different kind of darkness….
You can’t tell them, they’re who you work for, I’m your welcoming listener and the lines are smeared, like you’d love to smear my lips, you’ve got your darkness and I feel a sense of co-dependancy and more predominantly yours….
I feel the wind on my face, you love my vapour in your face, hell I’m everywhere in your life, on your phone on your pc, in your mind your lens loves me, but what makes it hard for me, is your enjoyable, you wonder if your only for the time being, I don’t know love, it all depends on you babe
Making those cds to play when I play with you, how are we supposed to suppress the way we feel today tomorrow? As the mind reading continues, after me pushing i know now that only made you more curious, but you should run….
You’ve heard me, you tell me it sounds like a warning but I don’t see you running, you think your mediocore power will battle my mind and what I’ve got?
But you’ll never hear me, because life is awesome when I’m with you, so the big things we both hide from one another, and you feel that charge it’s awful, I’m your favourite girl, I don’t particularly want to be, please don’t suffocate me.
Those around me makes me wonder if I or they are the puppeteer, I know predominantly, even with their years ahead or not….I control their fate, subliminal persuasion or not.