Bryce

by Death no Faith   May 5, 2008


I couln't keep controll
his lips were all over me
i just was not letting go.
his hands move through my body
and there it went the friendship we had....
gone.................

the secrets kept,
are now reveald with our childish act
for not keeping controll.
it was all a waste.
we build everything up
just to watch it fall.

the smell of his skin lingers,
as i try not to just walk away
pretend nothing happend
and start a brand new day.

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