fancy,
but still sorta unexpected,
like you're doing your own thing like i know you like to do.
you look silly but still a little down,
eager but reposed, afraid of stepping forward,
and damp, quiet-like.
and if i'm afraid to tell you
catch me when im dampened
catch me when my eyes are open but my mouth is closed;
stepping forward into you.
step towards me.
step towards me.
