Love is make believe fairy tales of your shiny prince in armor ready to rescue you from the cold world that chewed us out.
The same world who lied to us all along.
I dared myself to not play along,
And knew I deserved a king to stand tall with..
Yet no one was ready to go up for bat.
So I’m in the outfield waiting for the next home run.
It’s crazy how to feel so loving and feel so distant
Maybe our kiss was our reminiscent.
Maybe your expressiveness that could match my boisterous love would meet in the middle and find a way so that our connection can manifest.
Let’s digress to breaking our walls down.