I can still feel your hands on my waist
Sick love running through that vein
Your lips on mine begging them to be silent
I could always find the right words
to ruin a moment
The fire we danced around
and laughed at, but feared.
Like that time you forgot how to be
drunk anymore, and held me
like I was dying, because I told you I was.
Or the words I didn't say, but you heard
anyway leaking through the bed
staining the floor.
Great flow , like I said first part almost grouped subconscious. Later parts portions hit close to home. Be neat to see a visual sketch ;)
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