Love born of secrets die in unveiled places- cumming into illusions for our own recovery to be complete. Don't touch my feet in broken places. That keep me from walking away from things that don't feel good.
I'm not getting involved is all I'm going to say- not being my boyfriend won't keep you with me. Lose me to the stars while I blossom and grow- in twin souls struggle to bond- push and pull me back to life- the black is black and the knife is the knife.