Friday, February 05, 2010
All I Can Do
You make my palms sweat, and you make my lips quiver every time I try to say something to you. Looking at you is like looking through a flip book. I don't really know, or understand what our story is, but all I can remember are the little moments caught in pictures on pages. Every time I look at you, it's a different picture. The picture's perfect, but all I can do is sit here and listen to boy bands sing about how special she is.
Whoa. So freaking emo now.
tried to hunch; 2:04 AM