In my dream you're the rain. You break harder and hit me all over. Even in your arms I look everywhere for you: your smile, your voice which skirt around me like a stillborn whim. In my dream you take on a much bolder personality. You carry me to a deserted school hall and lay me down in a row of chairs.
You look at me in silence. I see your fear has returned.
My fairies say I'm your Pandora's Box. I make you want to run free for a while, but you're not ready for the game and you're resisting. You're not one to lie or scheme, so you watch my face and wait for me to steal you away--and the world will spill and give our bond a feigned innocence.
I watch you in the same way. You just don't know.
You look at me in silence. I see your fear has returned.
My fairies say I'm your Pandora's Box. I make you want to run free for a while, but you're not ready for the game and you're resisting. You're not one to lie or scheme, so you watch my face and wait for me to steal you away--and the world will spill and give our bond a feigned innocence.
I watch you in the same way. You just don't know.
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