
Originally Posted by
Jessalynn Barnum
Here I am
just thinking about that night. the night
[strike]The night that[/STRIKE] we shared a bed.
The night that I actully felt something more with you.
The night that we didn't sleep at all
I am wishing wish I never asked what we were.
I already knew the answer what we were.
Why am I still thinking about how you toached me?
How I felt when I was in your arms?
Why am I worrying if I never see you again?
Why am I still thinking about how I felt when I was with you?
How I felt as we were not thinking clearly?
Here I am, wishing that I could get you out of my head.
How I felt whole when I was with you.
And how I felt like time stopped when I was with you.
Now, I have to go back to my normal life, without you.
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