Young Writers Society

Spill
Spill all your insides onto my floor
You said that you would tell me
So why are you not speaking?
Why look at me like that
When you know just what I want
When you know I won't give in
For a change

I want to close my eyes
Because I'm afraid of you
But I'm scared of what you'd do
I've known that look before
And the way you're moving closer
So close I can feel your heat

But I will not give in
Just tell me, try to explain
There will be no reasonable excuse
But you can't use that ticket anymore
That's no way of getting out of it
Those soft tender lips

God damn you
Lord hate you
You wromed you way out again
Not that I care any longer
Your hands feel too good on my skin
Your smell is overwhelming me

I'll let you this time
But next time
Next time it will be different