Sleeping in cotton sheets with a sheen of sweat on your physique.
Leaving is the thing that even I don't want to foresee in the future of you and me.
Creeping to your side of the mattress and I question.
If keeping a tie to your cardiac mass is an option.
If not then I'll be torn in three.
My soul and heart I'd give to thee.
But if you tell me that you want non of those things.
An empty shell of a woman is all there would be.
Chest rise and fall.
You beckon my all.
And within a minute I'll be there to answer your call.
All these things my being burst to confess to you.
But then I get nervous knowing that I'd make a mess of the truth.
Tell me what to do.
I hope your confused too.
Blues Clues couldn't solve the mystery of me and you.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
Sleeping in cotton sheets with a sheen of sweat on your physique.
Leaving is the thing that even I don't want to foresee in the future of you and me.
Creeping to your side of the mattress and I question.
If keeping a tie to your cardiac mass is an option.
If not then I'll be torn in three.
My soul and heart I'd give to thee.
But if you tell me that you want non of those things.
An empty shell of a woman is all there would be.
Chest rise and fall.
You beckon my all.
And within a minute I'll be there to answer your call.
All these things my being burst to confess to you.
But then I get nervous knowing that I'd make a mess of the truth.
Tell me what to do.
I hope your confused too.
Blues Clues couldn't solve the mystery of me and you.
