My hearts aching, it's fist tight.
and my backs tingling, almost like fingers lingering down my spine.
my lips are yearning for the taste of our last kiss goodbye.
this all may sound silly but i became addicted too fast.
and now i sit here. in another time way too connected to the past.
nothing makes any sense. Non of it matters at all.
I am here.
you are there.
while our emotions float in the air.
i'd give just about anything to be next to you.
On this bed filled with photos, memories, sand and shells.
between these old hollow sheets that have no comfort, no molding.
just to be able to get high one more time.
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