Falling To You
One morning I'll wake in a bed, in which I don't belong. The night before will be just a haze. I'd have went to the bar, and met a guy. He'll be strong, dark, handsome. He'll buy me a drink, and we'll loose ourselves in our fucked up states. I'll invite him home with me. We'll end up in my bed. I'll travel with him all night. Our bodies moving together, silently, wildly, mechanically. (Lacking affection) Then we'll sleep. As I wake up, I see him laying next to me, my head pounding with the remnants of last night. Then I'll realize what I fear the most. I'll have become just like you. Written September 6th, 2001 © on Sep 06 2001 01:14 PM PST 0 • 1
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"One morning I'll wake in a bed,..."