Loneliness is found
58 minutes later
In the arms of a stranger
Wearing what's left of a hiked up dress
Biting down on a down pillow case
Just to ******* own emptiness

Tell me, tell me all about it
Tell me all my wrongs
I'll take whatever weight I've been gifted
Lift it, mesmerize the script and just spit it

And if you're willing
To follow this feeling
Then you can have what I've got left
It isn't much
But a touch is still a touch
Even in times when I don't feel enough
Burning just to burn bright
Lie to me and tell me it's all right

© 2014 Peach