The thrill of being in your arms
The electricity of your skin
Being close to mine
Closer


Closer
Close

The rush of being with her
The loss of time

The sun sets

The wake of realizing
This will never be the same

The pain in her face
When you say you won't raise a babe
"Just **** it, what would you do with a child anyway?"

The guilt that eats you from the inside
To this day

All because one night impulse had it's way