I don't believe you know what you hold in your hands.
No it's not my heart.
Although, it is quite set on you.
You hold my trust.
We as humans are all jealous creatures by nature and when I
see that girl like your profile picture on facebook, I want to kill her.
but that's okay because I trust you.
You hold my body.
I know that sometimes my mouth doesn't listen to my brain
and I talk a lot of shit about beautiful boys.
but that's okay because you are the most beautiful boy and
my body only responds to yours.
You hold my mind.
Okay so maybe beautiful boys aren't the only shit I talk and
I know listening to me babble and burst about words you don't know and things
you don't give a shit about can’t be fun.
But it’s okay because you listen like you DO give a shit and
my rambling mind will always be grateful.
You hold my interest.
I've said it before and I will say it again, I have a fickle
soul. I will always get bored. I always tire, no matter how crazy their smile
drives me.
But that’s okay because I am yet to tire. That’s not to say
that it won’t still happen, but man your smile really does drive me crazy and I'm
almost certain I won’t tire of it.
You hold my thoughts.
I feel like this is pretty self-explanatory babe.
But that’s okay because I don’t mind thinking about you.
I don’t think you know what you hold in your hands.
But that’s okay.
*inspired by the song HiyHiy by Lostboycrow
