I am the liar hiding in your bed
Waiting for you to come back
And heat me up
Illuminate my path of
Destruction
And the only thing I am really afraid of
Is that I’ll miss my bus
I am the girl who’ll pollute your insides
Seduce
Hurt
We were never meant to feel this way
One tiny ray of light
Protects something magical
Like the flicker of fire on your face
In your pelvis
I’ll trace across your sheets
On my knees
And burn you with these fingertips,
But now I’m on fire, craving
And shaking
Yet keeping my cool
I can’t let my guard down
….around you
I can’t let you know
How weak I really am
Watching the smoke rise as you hang one by
O
N
E
Ashen thread
Now I am lost within
The conflicts of my own desires
As your prodigal heart races
Trying to catch up to anything
That could mean so much more
than this
I am the opium tendrils
That will poison your veins
Sipping silently on black coffee
Wishing it were tea
Wishing I were alone again
Wishing you’d hold me a little closer
This time
Maybe?
I don’t like sleeping by myself
anymore
I am the formaldehyde that will preserve your soul
As I inconspicuously place it in a jar
While you’re (not) looking
But now you’re burning
We’re burning
I’m aching
And I know this isn’t right
But my lust has a consciousness of its own
And if I could persuade you to
stay
I will be the blanket
That conceals your body as
My own
Beneath we’ll never be cold
Amidst this frigid lie
We were never meant to feel
this way
Copyright 2005 H.Tawater
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