She had me on the brink of chastity Addicted to honeyed lips and cinnamon spiced ***. She had my mind on the brink of loyalty Enslaved to her body and chained to her commands like the loyal hound curled at her pretty red toes. She had my body on the brink of chaos For once I wasn’t able to touch her, I was able to realize how different we truly were, but it bugged me enough to form a need of confirmation through alleged ****** connections. She had me on the brink of love No, I never would admit it, but I was hoping with all my heart that she and I would never separate, and I guess that was my mistake.
Maybe I can now be at peace with my decision to leave her alone, but now my body aches from what I was trying to form, a bridge burned on the receiving end and yet I still tried to build with the girl who torched it in the first place. Oh How Naïve Our Heart Can Make Us
I can't just forget about her.... Why's it bugging me so much?