I rather not talk
I do not stop to think why I just ***** you
All I know is that my shins are made of stone and my feet feel white hot
This bed is a sanctuary, a resting place for my soul after a dreadful forge that hammers me alive. Drops of myself have leaked into the furnace I live out as working days
You look straight at the other end of the wall
waiting for me to catch myself
I know only how soft you are and nothing else matters.
You were glad before I touched you
A sorry is locked inside its jail and the steel bars of yearning has its keyhole, but my other self won't pick it open. I refuse to come out.
I know only instinct
And I want you. All for myself...
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
I rather not talk
I do not stop to think why I just ***** you
All I know is that my shins are made of stone and my feet feel white hot
This bed is a sanctuary, a resting place for my soul after a dreadful forge that hammers me alive. Drops of myself have leaked into the furnace I live out as working days
You look straight at the other end of the wall
waiting for me to catch myself
I know only how soft you are and nothing else matters.
You were glad before I touched you
A sorry is locked inside its jail and the steel bars of yearning has its keyhole, but my other self won't pick it open. I refuse to come out.
I know only instinct
And I want you. All for myself...
Being a bad boyfriend and inconsiderate
