What we have, is like a misery thered around my wrist,
restraining my hands from building all of you;
but i embrace the thrill of only being able to hold a part of you.
What we have, is like a wrong kind of chemistry.
We see it in each other's eyes, the way they glow.
I feel it when you touch me.
Just one close breath,next to my ear and immediately there is this connection.
But that is all we can do.
What we have, lies upon this dusty pathway guarded by a locked gate.
You see me on my side, and I,you.
What we have, is what we shouldn't.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
What we have, is like a misery thered around my wrist,
restraining my hands from building all of you;
but i embrace the thrill of only being able to hold a part of you.
What we have, is like a wrong kind of chemistry.
We see it in each other's eyes, the way they glow.
I feel it when you touch me.
Just one close breath,next to my ear and immediately there is this connection.
But that is all we can do.
What we have, lies upon this dusty pathway guarded by a locked gate.
You see me on my side, and I,you.
What we have, is what we shouldn't.
