So Throw Me A Few Fate-Inspired Lines To Cover

it's difficult to place this haste you make to fiddle with my reactions, statements that hibernate as soon as they're awake. obvious lace to make my face a blushing mess, touching your dress to straighten out my viewing lens. pressed in pictures to remind me of how sullen this dream is, how does it end if in fact you'd dote till then? these seasons postpone perseverance, but we're prone to disturbing the other's senses... gift-wrapping utter perfection.