Her footsteps, hesitant.
Her breath, full bloom.
I wonder if she knows
how long I've held this moment.
She'll say it was a mistake.
But silk doesn't slip by accident.
And neither do girls
who dream with their eyes open.
Her footsteps, hesitant.
Her breath, full bloom.
I wonder if she knows
how long I've held this moment.
She'll say it was a mistake.
But silk doesn't slip by accident.
And neither do girls
who dream with their eyes open.