when i fall into your voice im in a world of my own every syllable a lullaby that makes me feel home and i can think apart of meaning in every difference of tone its like the midas touched vocal cords of mona lisa and youre so hot that you can heat up while youre in a freezer the temperature changes when you walk in the room and i admit my poetry is shallow compared to the way that you move i just use my words and hope i dont lose its a competition me versus the opposition optin to check my optics then choosing to go on and get it iron in my blood as much as love up in the words im spitting iron out the kinks to perfect the songs about you that im giving out to the world and ill sing it proud like im singing in the rain or im a wild child life aint a musical but its a sweet soundtrack with you and the color scheme just lightens up everytime that i kiss you and its different kind of bliss something indescribable by words i pen and its only seen by spending time with you from every sentence that leaves your lips in a leap into the abyss its something different and i listen its what i like to do and to say its a sour truth that i would face a pouting boo if i would ever sound aloof when asked about the drowning truth of words you use to deliver what you mean to me and others i would hide behind recordings of my love for you as cover it something beautiful to hear you talk about anything so i hope you are content with just staying to speak with me1