I watch as you reach up high for all the things I could never see. Your eyes filled with some type of responsibility. You take care of me. I'm loved and cared for much more than I'm used to. Oh dear why are you here for me? Tired eyes cry fake tears. This frustration is hitting me. My soul turns a little brown and my smile fades each week. No one gets the place I see myself in these days. I take your hand as we rush across the street. I never felt my heart flutter like this. How can we be so young yet our love feels so old and timeless. I look around for the punch line, waiting for it to drop, but it never does. I guess love is a ton of layers no one ever speaks of. I wish they'd say everything I've thought of.
