Saturday, November 6, 2010

Rush

Does he feel this rush?
This sickness, this lust
Drowning, drowning, drowning
I’m a mess, I’m a mess
Pressed against his bedroom wall
Please don’t see!
Don’t read me, don’t reach me
Conceal me, I can’t feel
This can’t be real.

2 comments:

Ever said...

You are a fantastic writer! It's a shame that you don't share. I could get lost in your words.
xxx

ProverbialCage said...

Thank you! That means quite a lot to me, really. =]