Though I enjoy
Unlimited hugs and kisses
Cuddles all day
Overflowing affection
Hands that hold and skin that touch
A single feeling lingers
Something cold and cruel
A lie, that could possibly hurt
as much as the truth
That deep inside, you wished
that I was her
that you're back in her arms
that at the end of the day,
when we broke off from a tight hug
to sleep on opposite sides of the bed,
you wished it was her
you're lying next to
Otherwise, you wouldn't have
to be sustained by my constant touch.
No comments:
Post a Comment