"Some people wear their heart on their sleeves. Me, I always have it strapped to my left ankle under my pant leg...so no one knows it is there."
How do you get like this? So detached. So tainted. When you meet someone, your eyes boil over from the mere potential. When they call...your mind turns on for the first time that day. Here are my interests on a platter. What's your mom's middle name again? When goodbyes are a mere timeout until the next rendezvous.
And then, in a simple conversation, its over. Before it even really began. Before you could use that special word reserved for family or give a truly meaningful embrace. And you will never really talk to them again, they didn't even begin to understand were your heart was located.
And life goes one...cause your heart is so cleverly hidden. Well done.
How do you get like this? So detached. So tainted. When you meet someone, your eyes boil over from the mere potential. When they call...your mind turns on for the first time that day. Here are my interests on a platter. What's your mom's middle name again? When goodbyes are a mere timeout until the next rendezvous.
And then, in a simple conversation, its over. Before it even really began. Before you could use that special word reserved for family or give a truly meaningful embrace. And you will never really talk to them again, they didn't even begin to understand were your heart was located.
And life goes one...cause your heart is so cleverly hidden. Well done.
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