the weather matches my heart today
i am sick, i am cold
i want to hide away in my skin
deeper than i already do
you got me at the worst time
how did you not feel it?
how our hands fit perfectly
was it only my heart that set on fire when our bodies pressed together?
i thought you felt it
i thought it took friction to make sparks
my eyes have this sting that makes me see your face on every body on spring garden road
atleast the sky is crying for me
or else no one else would
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 7:47 PM UTC
the weather matches my heart today
i am sick, i am cold
i want to hide away in my skin
deeper than i already do
you got me at the worst time
how did you not feel it?
how our hands fit perfectly
was it only my heart that set on fire when our bodies pressed together?
i thought you felt it
i thought it took friction to make sparks
my eyes have this sting that makes me see your face on every body on spring garden road
atleast the sky is crying for me
or else no one else would
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