You make my face hot,
my heart race,
my toes tap,
my eyes light up,
and my knees weak;
out of fear,
because your hands were around my neck,
and my life was in your hands.
You left marks that no object or emotion could cover.
You're gone forever, but those repressed memories will be stuck with me for longer than that.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
You make my face hot,
my heart race,
my toes tap,
my eyes light up,
and my knees weak;
out of fear,
because your hands were around my neck,
and my life was in your hands.
You left marks that no object or emotion could cover.
You're gone forever, but those repressed memories will be stuck with me for longer than that.
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