to hurry is to kill

I'm walking into the

trap door of something

there's still time

to undo the steps I'm taking

but what about the way

he makes my heart pound?

the fact I'm the only girl

who knows what his face looks like

when he talks to me?

I recognize these symptoms too well

the question is,

how's the end going to be this time?

it always ends doesn't it?

how long is a forever - as long as right now

but lovers,

they always know how to

slither into the crevices

of my stupid heart

It's time we change that.

I'm upgrading the main gates

of my heart to advance,

levelheaded security.

only folks who pass the

test of patience, honesty

and embarrassment are allowed entry

good things don't always take time

but to hurry is to kill