“I comb the crowd,
and pick you out,
my mouth moves too fast for you to figure it out.
It starts eyes closed,
to fingers crossed,
to "I swear, I say"
to "I swear, I say".
To hands between legs,
to whatever it takes to,
drinks at the club,
to the bar,
to the keys to your car,
to the hotel stairs,
to the emergency exit door...”
HelenJade
SUICIDEGIRL
United Kingdom
SEP 14, 2010 01:00 AM