Diplomat's Daughter.

"time flies", and as that saying goes there are always truths that are flowing with. ever since you stepped into my life there has been a shaking in that object that sits in my chest. emotions that werent ever there are there now. why? who are you exactly. eight comes after seven. i am a contra that sits in this universe waiting. you have taught me to never pick sides or to never pick between two. you say that i have taught you things but what i have showed you are nothing but hollow perspectives of the truth. the things secret within the hidden. love is more than the very wind itself. when you touch me with your lips, i feel lost and my minds eye reveals itself. i dont feel anything but a warm electric sensation with a faint yet heavy wind flowing. static seems to run through your vains into mine with every little poke. when you embrace me, i have a healthy sense of worth. i said you know me better than anyone. what do you think about that? for you id need to figure out a new sense of communication. when i speak, my words dont feel as strong because i think you deserve more than words. so just lead my feet away, because i dont think your eyes have ever told me a lie. when you say there is nowhere left to go. it makes me realise all i can do is run. but i with you will run towards any habitat. good and bad think about both. words are always more than they seem. you build a fire within me that grows significantly everyday. i could never turn my back on you no matter how angry i got at you or you to me. my influences have gotten old, my knowledge has gotten absurd, my words are nothing but needles to your ears now. i will never give up the gun. you said you wouldnt flinch. i see it in your eyes though. i only hope to keep the sun and moon preserved. i truly am sorry that i cannot be normal. my everything bothers you but i offer it all to you. you make me feel like a contra because when you turn away from me, i think your a contra.