I want to forget what I said
But I want to remember how it feels

take me home.

And then he touched her.
The slightest touch.
In the briefest of moments.
A whisper of skin on skin.
His hand brushing lightly against hers.
But it was enough.
Her cheeks warmed and her hand tingled.
In that moment she wanted to look up at him
But knew that she would reveal a secret love.
So the touch remained secret too.
A whisper of skin on skin in a crowded room,
A sign that she was his only one.
It was enough
To electrify her soul
And make her heart cry out

And suddenly
My world came crashing down
And I am sitting on the floor
With eyes on fire
And soul beaten
And heart torn open
And I envy you
For having the ability to cut yourself
Off
And I pity you for it too
And I wonder if at night
You feel broken too
And if you dare let a single tear
Fall
In remembrance of our good pure love
The way a faucet opened in me

take my hand and take me away
to a world where the agony i feel
is a dark dream i can not remember