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Desperation in The Third Degree

by mal-brown

I just need you here I just need your touch And I know, I know, I know You can never be with me But you come anyways And we just sit No words will be spoken Nothing but the same album playing It’s the same album From when we first met When we first touched When we first laughed It’s the same song From our first dance Our first kiss Our first time I rest my head on your shoulder You just sit there, rigid I haven’t touched you since I left But I’m so desperate for something My heart twists My wrists hurt My lips tingle The open wounds don’t close Thoughts linger in the air Words unspoken don’t make their way Past our lips, You touch my face There is so much noise in my street But I can only feel your breathing Your heart is barley beating It might have stopped My face in your hands, I look up You ask for a light And I just shake my head I have nothing left for you.
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Published
Jul 28, 2015
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#love#original
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