The sun sets on your eyes while the moon rises on my favorite part of your mind. The part I don’t know. We’re incompatibly compatible. I make up words because the dictionary isn’t vast enough to explain how I feel. Actions speak louder than words, but a reaction has enough decibels to make your eardrums bleed. I try not to wear my heart on sleeve so I keep them rolled up. Our hearts linked by two jump ropes as we play double dutch.
