Maybe I'm use to you
Desiring all your love
Touching me with your weight
Brushing your hands against me
Your hair falling free upon my chest
Your fragrance heightening my senses
Your breath touching upon my skin
Maybe I'm just as faulty as your love
A single touch can tell lies
A single kiss can mean so much
And you're like weeds ready to root
I'm use to you... Maybe
Maybe your thorns have spread
Maybe I like the pluck
Each thorn goes a little deeper
Each bruise over-layered
Maybe you're not as bad
I'm use to you
By: Ilah Relaire
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 12:53 PM UTC
Maybe I'm use to you
Desiring all your love
Touching me with your weight
Brushing your hands against me
Your hair falling free upon my chest
Your fragrance heightening my senses
Your breath touching upon my skin
Maybe I'm just as faulty as your love
A single touch can tell lies
A single kiss can mean so much
And you're like weeds ready to root
I'm use to you... Maybe
Maybe your thorns have spread
Maybe I like the pluck
Each thorn goes a little deeper
Each bruise over-layered
Maybe you're not as bad
I'm use to you
By: Ilah Relaire
My other side
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