It felt like spinning.
Like when you hold onto someone's hands and spin as fast as you can
It's a mutual trust, for if one person let's go, the other will fall.
It was scary, and thrilling, and constantly spinning.
That's what our love felt like.
Like a machine of perpetual motion,
spinning faster and faster
holding on tighter and tighter
Slipping
more and more.
It left me dizzy and sick
like the Tilt-a-Whirl carnival ride you kissed me on
with your mouth sweet from cotton candy
and your palms sweaty from the July heat;
But this time I did not have your arm there to steady me
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 3:14 AM UTC
It felt like spinning.
Like when you hold onto someone's hands and spin as fast as you can
It's a mutual trust, for if one person let's go, the other will fall.
It was scary, and thrilling, and constantly spinning.
That's what our love felt like.
Like a machine of perpetual motion,
spinning faster and faster
holding on tighter and tighter
Slipping
more and more.
It left me dizzy and sick
like the Tilt-a-Whirl carnival ride you kissed me on
with your mouth sweet from cotton candy
and your palms sweaty from the July heat;
But this time I did not have your arm there to steady me
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