Sept 10 ’17
Hot damn, shit… The look in his eyes…
He shoots me straight up, past the skies.
Looks at me with such excitement.
Looks at me with such fucking interest.
We’re looking a lil opposite in style.
We’re looking very similar in brainwaves.
My belly tightens.
I feel that frighten.
Scared to fall in Love again.
Fall and be fooled again.
Fool in Love.
My most popular role.
I think he’s different.
Signs pointing me in his direction.
I’m watching them.