Glances, gazes, eyes following places they shouldn’t have seen / intimacy was to be seen by you; free falling was to be touched by you / there was no such thing as a crowded room where you stood She lives in between the pinks and yellows of the world / where a beautiful color is unknown to others / and when she speaks, I become a bee enthralled in a field of daisies
THAGTS WHY HE ASKED IF SHE HAD READ THE BOOK WHEN SHE METIONED SE WANGED TO BR SEEN IN A CROWDED ROOM
