When you talk to me this way, it frightens me. Makes me sad and worried. I think about things you might have said to me-not-me, things like this, and how they made it all into a nasty joke. I told you this before, right, how you thought you had something good, and they made it cheap and ugly.
And it's not.
I don't want them to know you like starlight or how the moon looks on water or any of those lovely, secret, rare things because all they would do is taint it.
You have a soul so achingly beautiful, it breaks my heart; if you want forever and for real, I'll give it to you.
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When you talk to me this way, it frightens me. Makes me sad and worried. I think about things you might have said to me-not-me, things like this, and how they made it all into a nasty joke. I told you this before, right, how you thought you had something good, and they made it cheap and ugly.
And it's not.
I don't want them to know you like starlight or how the moon looks on water or any of those lovely, secret, rare things because all they would do is taint it.
You have a soul so achingly beautiful, it breaks my heart; if you want forever and for real, I'll give it to you.
Keep trying to speak stars for me. <3