I fear my sense
Of right and wrong
Are skewed beyond
Repair.
For all I do
Is think of you
Regardless of if you're
There.
The way your body
Knows my own and
Matches it with
Heat.
Is quite enough
To make it tough
To focus or to
Speak.
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 7:09 AM UTC
I fear my sense
Of right and wrong
Are skewed beyond
Repair.
For all I do
Is think of you
Regardless of if you're
There.
The way your body
Knows my own and
Matches it with
Heat.
Is quite enough
To make it tough
To focus or to
Speak.