He tries not
to smile, noticing that she's intimidated by
He wasn't sure
what was so striking about it, just maybe the thought of
She smiles timidly at him when she sits on the couch over his
She expresses her manners through a timid tongue.
Red is the color of her cheeks when he tries to speak to
her, make her unafraid.
Red is the color of his blood when he unintentionally tears his
bottom lip open.
In his car, she sits in the back, quietly humming along
to the repetitive melodies.
In his seat, he thinks of how things will be when she's a
little older for him.
They laugh and joke a little, but never a true
They silently say the things that aren't ready to be
may be one's key to their locked-up