(no subject)
to Mikhel; to my Love,
you make me feel cheap.
i'm a worn out bed that's tasted your bat too many times. my sheets are torn, my springs have sprung.
you make me psychotic.
my wounds are caged animals you poke relentlessly. you provoke them by rattling their timeless bars.
i thought we could love eachother.
i wont have anyone but you.
i am a palm tree on a blue lit shore watching for your sails. both of us tossed, tormented by the wind.
i will wait for you.
my lips will settle to form a shapeless kiss, by any other mouth they'd be untrue.
why was i made to love you...
you make me feel cheap.
i'm a worn out bed that's tasted your bat too many times. my sheets are torn, my springs have sprung.
you make me psychotic.
my wounds are caged animals you poke relentlessly. you provoke them by rattling their timeless bars.
i thought we could love eachother.
i wont have anyone but you.
i am a palm tree on a blue lit shore watching for your sails. both of us tossed, tormented by the wind.
i will wait for you.
my lips will settle to form a shapeless kiss, by any other mouth they'd be untrue.
why was i made to love you...