Dec 2012
Blind to the Pictures
Flashing like sirens
Can you see them?
In my head.
A kiss
A hug
Breath like fog
Drunk on your smell
High on your touch
Hands like sin-
Always in the places
We fear
The most
Flashing like sirens
Can you see them?
In my head.
A kiss
A hug
Breath like fog
Drunk on your smell
High on your touch
Hands like sin-
Always in the places
We fear
The most
