Touch me
Love me, or at least tell me you do
Lie to me
And let me disappear
In this moment
Craving the touch of a stranger
In the night
Pain, with pleasure as my relief
I know I'm mistaken
But I need him to numb me
Numb me enough to get through my days
Because this shallow sting will remain
And I will bear the stains
Of a secret lover
Who I will only be there for, in the sheets
And him, for me
In the night
Returning to the cold of mine
Oh, how bittersweet
This shall be
Love me, In The Night
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC
Touch me
Love me, or at least tell me you do
Lie to me
And let me disappear
In this moment
Craving the touch of a stranger
In the night
Pain, with pleasure as my relief
I know I'm mistaken
But I need him to numb me
Numb me enough to get through my days
Because this shallow sting will remain
And I will bear the stains
Of a secret lover
Who I will only be there for, in the sheets
And him, for me
In the night
Returning to the cold of mine
Oh, how bittersweet
This shall be
Love me, In The Night
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