She’s saying that she doesn’t trust me. But Here i am day dreaming. Dreaming About her hair and the way her mouth,
forms this slight grin. Thinking about her eyes and how I could get lost in them and her hands...
Oh those hands that sit so perfectly within my own. Almost as if they were specially made just for mine to hold.
But that thought gets crushed again
by another wave words telling me that,
She doesn’t trust me.