Restless i may feel,
to your unbend able arms.
My beating heart,
is not loud enough.
Can't you hear me screaming,
this is when i need you the most.
The feeling just intensified it self,
now I'm screaming inside.
Dying to run away,
wearing black.
My eyes have dropped to my throat,
i can't breath.
Each breath needs living.
My breaths are in a cold winter,
Your laughs are in a warm spring.
My touch is so delicate,
trying to reach your skin.
Mar 5, 2011
Mar 5, 2011 at 6:57 AM UTC
Restless i may feel,
to your unbend able arms.
My beating heart,
is not loud enough.
Can't you hear me screaming,
this is when i need you the most.
The feeling just intensified it self,
now I'm screaming inside.
Dying to run away,
wearing black.
My eyes have dropped to my throat,
i can't breath.
Each breath needs living.
My breaths are in a cold winter,
Your laughs are in a warm spring.
My touch is so delicate,
trying to reach your skin.
