The cold of the moonlit water
And an unexplainable feeling
Encourage my goose bumps
And perfect round little promises
To roll off your tongue
((Too easily))
While you tell me to take them
And trust them.
You don't see, but I watch as
They slip out of my hands,
Reminding me of flawless emeralds
-After your favorite color-
They shatter above the water,
And distort our reflections.
The pieces of broken truth
Break this heart.
I know I can't trust you.