It's the middle of the night
and I haven't figured out
if these feelings are lying
or if I'm only honest in the dark.
I feel alone every time
I slow down enough to feel
and I'm craving the feeling
your body beside me brings.
I'm not allowed to have you
and it's breaking every bone
inside my aching soul
at least that's my 1am feeling.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 4:09 AM UTC
It's the middle of the night
and I haven't figured out
if these feelings are lying
or if I'm only honest in the dark.
I feel alone every time
I slow down enough to feel
and I'm craving the feeling
your body beside me brings.
I'm not allowed to have you
and it's breaking every bone
inside my aching soul
at least that's my 1am feeling.
10/03/14
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