my favorite place in the world,
is your bed.
when i lay next to you,
no words are said.
i thought it was because you loved me to much to speak, how nieve was i?
we lay there, high on eachother.
eachtime going a little further, a little deeper inside.
i bite my hand to keep from being so loud,
it doesnt work
it feels to good.
so i just give in,
and grab your hand to push it harder,
faster...
i want to scream your name,
but im to insecure.
people could hear.
you dont love me,
and somehow i dont care. |