Her lips
They burn
That old familiar taste;
Too bad
My words
Have all yet gone to waste.
My hands
Her sides
While lying waist to waist .
That look
She has
Has left , me still mesmerized!
Seeing her again is simply torture
Now I remember why I'd die for her.
What a complicated mess of a brain I own
In the morning she'll be gone, and I'll still be alone.
If all
You want
Is someone else to love;
I fear
That I
Will never be enough.
This can't
Make sense
My life is all a lie,
We try
We fail
And then we all die.
My life is going nowhere
Like anyone but me would really care.
What a complicated mind I own
Your always , and I'll always be alone.
