I miss your arms on my sides,
And you biting my lips at night.
Remember that day on the beach?
We didn't see a ray of sun in that tent.
Your hair always smelt like oranges
And you tasted like peppermint.
I would always play with your ears
While you toyed with my fingers.
You had this funny way of getting me
To open up for you, my heart, my legs.
When I inflicted damage onto us,
You were the patient repairman;
I was the pain for your scream,
And you were the sorrow for my tears.
Somehow we made sense...
Until the day dream ended.
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
I miss your arms on my sides,
And you biting my lips at night.
Remember that day on the beach?
We didn't see a ray of sun in that tent.
Your hair always smelt like oranges
And you tasted like peppermint.
I would always play with your ears
While you toyed with my fingers.
You had this funny way of getting me
To open up for you, my heart, my legs.
When I inflicted damage onto us,
You were the patient repairman;
I was the pain for your scream,
And you were the sorrow for my tears.
Somehow we made sense...
Until the day dream ended.
I'd need like, a year to explain all of this.
It's fictitious but isn't. Not at all.
