I hate sleeping alone
Alone is what I fear.
I fall and fall again, but the ground isn't my fear.
I fear that I will wake up and time would just have past
Nothing I would have done be remembered
My love wouldn't have last.
It's crazy how close I was
How real it even felt.
How much I want to touch it again, but knowing it wouldn't help.
The lust I have for you is eating at my pain.
A misery turned horror is what is left behind the flames.
A kiss would feel so right, but wrong to do by you.
Our emotions are too attached to fall and not catch each other through
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