you and i connect, when you and i first meet. i take you by the hand, and then we climb up to the peak. when we get to the peak, you and i disrobe, it dissipates the glow and now we’re heading for the slope. i head in to the settings, shutting off the read receipts then i text back on the ride home “sorry, fell asleep”. try to keep you off the know, but you read me like a book then mariah blindfolds me and she tells me i cant look.
and i dont say a word. i just obey.
(we are so susceptible. ideals are malleable.)
feel a heart touch your hand through a ribcage.
(and once we head this slope, all we can do is roll)
and i know, what i think you know, its just a matter of time till i meet a choice im faced with time after time: to love or to hide…..i’d bet i head for the slope
i bet i head for the slope.
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