"I didn't mean for this to happen" as she hides behind the lies, the betrayal Sheds a sympathy tear, for each time she thought of touching another person.
"I just can't do it anymore" As she continues to do the deed that indeed now has her at a loss However, that loss, isn't something she feels like it was out of her hands
I don't feel sorry for you. I never meant to be involved. I'm not like you, I feel my lovers skin shriveling up as someone else touches me and I could never shake the feeling of what happened.
As the world turns The gleam of romance shouldn't be confused as a old flame That flame was still always going, I just didn't see it. There's new hope The seasons haven't changed, though I believe love can show many sides of a person And your sides are warm, gooey yet filled with chaos
As I look at you for the first time and kiss your lips I feel you once again My heart is racing You are touching me in places I yearned to be touched For Three Weeks
I put my hand on your chest and cave into your warmth mmm This love is right How did our souls get lost?
As you touch my skin for the first time I finally feel again You touch my face, my lips, my hips, my legs All of my parts that you deemed yours This feeling I couldn't escape and I could finally realize
I'm home again.
I feel your sweat seep out of your skin The smell of lust and pleasures This is it, we are home.
Nights still keep me up And so do the parasites that Everyone says doesn't exist But I itch and itch Something I cannot escape
*So I wash it away.
I start cleaning my belongings that I believe should be cleansed And hope that all the ***** things Wash away and become clean
So I write this poem Clicking away at the keyboard The sun is out, I didn't sleep yet. She repeats again: I didn't mean for this to happen
Oh, but you did. Lovers don't betray.... If they are in love And gay.