Something In The Way He Says Her Name
There is so much history in the way he looks at her.
There is so much history in the way he looks at her.
You and your camera smile, a flash of something real
It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.
You forsake all that you hold dear, for a dream that is not your own.
What I feel—I shouldn’t show you, so when you’re around I won’t.
I don’t want you to love me because I’m good for you, because I say and do all the right things.
Are you like me? Do you give too much, too quickly? Do you throw yourself blindly at the world, thinking it will always open its arms up to you?