Your hair is like the twine that holds me together and your fingers the seems that bind my heart with yours. The blood in your veins is a flavor id love to taste if only to bite hard enough to pierce your soft tender skin. I feel your mind. I feel your piercing stare as you stand against the wall as our energy and tension feels up the room like smoke, it makes it hard to breathe. You make it hard to breathe. When your lips touch mine I feel a sensation of warmth and pleasure that as soft as it is I just want to rip you apart but I just smile. Our love is real, at least from my side. But it feels hopeless. As hard as I try to wake up every day to please you it doesn't seem to be enough because I just want you to be so happy. Our love is hopeless.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
Your hair is like the twine that holds me together and your fingers the seems that bind my heart with yours. The blood in your veins is a flavor id love to taste if only to bite hard enough to pierce your soft tender skin. I feel your mind. I feel your piercing stare as you stand against the wall as our energy and tension feels up the room like smoke, it makes it hard to breathe. You make it hard to breathe. When your lips touch mine I feel a sensation of warmth and pleasure that as soft as it is I just want to rip you apart but I just smile. Our love is real, at least from my side. But it feels hopeless. As hard as I try to wake up every day to please you it doesn't seem to be enough because I just want you to be so happy. Our love is hopeless.
