by Guilty By Design   Sep 25, 2017

What's going on inside your mind?
Expect me to know, assume I do.
When I can't even tell what's on mine
I will remain clueless for two.

We need to talk to clear the air
But there's nothing left to say.
Don't you understand?
Words will only get in the way.

I've engraved my love with every touch.
Go ahead, carve it off, try to forget
How I've lingered my lips over all your flesh.
Oh, didn't I make you sweat?

Call me cynical,
You might be right.
You're better off,
Hope you sleep at night.

*I’m not really sure what category to put this in.


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