A kiss.
A touch.
Our love is growing.
The betrayal growing.
More kisses.
More touches.
More betrayal.
Who is he?
Who is she?
A lock of the door.
Touches of another person.
Who are they?
Them who like to betray.
Who are they?
Them who like to touch what isn't theirs.
A secret,
Found out.
A fight.
No make ups.
A door swinging open.
Tires squealing on the asphalt.
Someone left crying.
No more kisses.
No more touches.
Who was he?
Who was she?
No one apparently.
Hmm...no idea what made me write this. It was a cheating song I think, Amazing how songs can inspire a person!
 moon_neko_23 · Sun May 13, 2007 @ 02:53am · 1 Comments |
