Thursday, Six Twenty-Five
It’s been a cold summer, your heart fits right in.
But your body is a different story, sending fire up and down my spine.
Words and thoughts rarely fail me.
Something must have corrupted my mind.
You admit you’re horrible but you must not care.
What a world is all you can say,
but that’s not all that is shared.
Your lust overpowers trust.
So entwined we lay.
What’s worst of all is that i can’t even feel hurt or pleased,
Only confusion and worries.
This has been going on far too long,
but sometimes I wonder if it will ever stop.
