I am very much in danger of falling.
Be cautious with me, I’m so very small on the outside. My slight person is becoming increasingly more full. These beautiful roots and vines are pulling my ribcage open, and exposing the most tender parts of me. Don’t you lie to me, eyes like the sea. Rusty old trucks have long been valuable to me, but I never perceived that it might be THIS one.. It hit me broadside, and left me wondering if I had lost my head. Don’t you lie to me, eyes like the sea. That joy you’ve got that hides your eyes, is so near to cracking me right open. Disarming thief, you know exactly how you planted morning glories in my chest when I wasn’t looking. I’ll let the swells from your easy gait push and pull me around. So don’t you lie to me, eyes like the sea. Oh young man, be cautious with me.
