explain again how the classical music makes you think of me and there's nothing somebody wouldn't do for my smile that forever seems like the perfect amount of time tell me once more that I'm so real, so out of this world and a dream told you to greet me as an angel and whisper that our fire will burn on eternally who's who?
Because seeing the smile, dazzles up my day. The hands' touch, disperse goosebumps. The breathy laughter, dissipates my past. That's why I won't ask the difficult questions, I'll let my curiosity starve. For its hunger will protect it from poison that may be hidden in the food, disguised as nutrition. Only to disappoint. Again.