The words that come out of your mouth
strangle me by the neck,
push me against the wall and pull me towards you.
The fire in your eyes,
takes my breath away
Yet, burns me every time
The way you hold me,
it feels so right.
Yet, I feel like I've so easily fallen for your trap.
Has it always been this hard?
This hard to hold you close?
This hard to show you that I love you the most?
And while we lay here under the stars,
I wanna see if you finally know
"Darling, i'm not your foe."
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 5:41 PM UTC
The words that come out of your mouth
strangle me by the neck,
push me against the wall and pull me towards you.
The fire in your eyes,
takes my breath away
Yet, burns me every time
The way you hold me,
it feels so right.
Yet, I feel like I've so easily fallen for your trap.
Has it always been this hard?
This hard to hold you close?
This hard to show you that I love you the most?
And while we lay here under the stars,
I wanna see if you finally know
"Darling, i'm not your foe."
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