Your voice vibrates,
the movement making my skin rise.
I'm scared of what is to come,
from the first touch to the last lingering kiss.
And when its all over,
what then? You leave?
Now I don't want to think about it
at all. I just have to worry at some point.
I'll be alone for the next three years
and then I go and pick you up and everything is the same?
Why are you so much?
Why am I so in love?
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 9:09 PM UTC
Your voice vibrates,
the movement making my skin rise.
I'm scared of what is to come,
from the first touch to the last lingering kiss.
And when its all over,
what then? You leave?
Now I don't want to think about it
at all. I just have to worry at some point.
I'll be alone for the next three years
and then I go and pick you up and everything is the same?
Why are you so much?
Why am I so in love?
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