from the moment we met you knew I was fragile, scared, incapable of love I begged myself to stay away from you, I didn't want to open a freshly healed wound my love for you was painful and beautiful..passion, with a fire so bright we'd set the world ablaze.
please tell me- was it the constant need to be touched (gently) that pushed you away? was it because I needed to hear your voice tell me things I didn't believe in anymore.. did I kiss you too much? were you tired of wiping my tears?
Our last conversation keeps replaying in my mind like a song I'm tired of listening to on the radio. The times we've touched, your fingers left tattoos all over my body that only I can see- four different girls touched me in one week but the ink of your touch cannot be masked.
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last commentJuice on bro...Juice on indeed
No one will be watching us.
Why don't we do it in the road!