Spoil me with affection,
Tell me about your most vivid dreams.
Your love is like infection,
I don't want to heal please take hold of me.
The butterflies that used to lie in my abdomen,
They turned into sharp tiny kicks.
I can't say that if I chose I'd do it again,
But imagining it any other way makes me sick.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 4:40 AM UTC
Spoil me with affection,
Tell me about your most vivid dreams.
Your love is like infection,
I don't want to heal please take hold of me.
The butterflies that used to lie in my abdomen,
They turned into sharp tiny kicks.
I can't say that if I chose I'd do it again,
But imagining it any other way makes me sick.
