April 2011
4 posts
I hate how I can’t be myself in bed with strangers,
I remember all the useless things,
like designs on your rings, the colors on your shirt.
I can’t control myself around you.
My clothes feel like a million pounds.
The feeling I get,
When you light me on fire again.
If I burn to the ground,
Would you let me in?
Its a wonder to wonder,
If you’d ever let me inside of your head.
The words that I can’t find,
Have me on mind-blind,
Covered in thoughts of your bed.
I forgot to carve my niche,
When I had the...
