Wednesday, November 30, 2011
we met like the tragedy of a car crash. head on. picture the dark and two racing hearts that crashed into each other. face to face. lips to lips. the moment we met there was no mistaking. through doubt, confusion and fear, there was passion, mystery and nasty thoughts. I am so afraid of you. where dirt is your history and all the girls you've touched are worth no nothing. up till now I thought I knew love. because to play a love game is to play with fire. for a heart that's been burnt could course through so many scars to face itself with yours. I long for nothing but to feel the insides of your mouth, to feel your tongue fighting against mine, consuming each other. does it feel the same, for you?