The thought of your touch brings me goosebumps.
Adrenaline rush filled of hate and longing.
If only hate could win for once; but longing taunts so much.
So for tonight I will crawl into your bed.
So for tonight I will hate myself again.
Embracing you're touch one more time.
Wishing if only I could walk into the fog and disappear with the sun rise.
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 12:32 AM UTC
The thought of your touch brings me goosebumps.
Adrenaline rush filled of hate and longing.
If only hate could win for once; but longing taunts so much.
So for tonight I will crawl into your bed.
So for tonight I will hate myself again.
Embracing you're touch one more time.
Wishing if only I could walk into the fog and disappear with the sun rise.
