and you heart is barely beating
but your eyes, they are retreating
a relentless surrender that
we will remember endlessly.
do not cower in his presence
look up into his face and tell him
that your heart can't endure a chase,
this isn't a game.
you either love me or you loathe me
not much inbetween and as far
as I have witnessed, as far as
I have seen, we must battle for your
hand to hold as if it compares to
the price of gold,
yet here we are.
so tell me rocket boy, do you wish
to be mine or would you rather
travel the galaxies-
alone?
YOU ARE READING
bones
Randomi wrote this when i thought love was the look in his eyes rather than mine.
