T.O.A.C II

Passive indulgence of my feelings for you require me to act as if you don't exist in my heart, yet every strain of blood underneath my skin boils at the thought of you. At arms reach but my fear makes it seem soo far to grasp your beautiful, say you love me, l will probably joke about it or laugh but know my pride is too foolish to accept the inevitable. Give me time, for you are my peace, my joy, my fairytale to life.

A lil som'n som'n to kick start the weekend early and get us into the mood for a pleasant time.