Furtive looks, subtle touch;
confess to me first
that you can't get enough.
Somber voice, gentle smile;
he's sat so close,
let this rush last a while.
Late nights, inspired minds;
his words are intoxicating,
a sensation my heart divined.
Other girl, better plans;
along with the high
comes a greater crash.
I had fallen too quick,
a dream
then a whiplash.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
Furtive looks, subtle touch;
confess to me first
that you can't get enough.
Somber voice, gentle smile;
he's sat so close,
let this rush last a while.
Late nights, inspired minds;
his words are intoxicating,
a sensation my heart divined.
Other girl, better plans;
along with the high
comes a greater crash.
I had fallen too quick,
a dream
then a whiplash.
the first time you broke my heart
the first out of the many times
i was not chosen over her
12.05.16 12:31 am
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