Again
Cuffs cut into wrists and i'm dying for you tonight calling out into the mis-night air
of the early morning.
Again,
But i'm running out of things to dream to think about.
Please it's killing me,
Tell me.
I can't leave even if you push me away,
But please.
Just leave me in this corner crying,
When you lose all control.
I'll be subserveant,
I'll bow and dance in your dreams each night.
You love me,
Because i can be your puppy.
I can be your cold goddess,
curse my body to fit you and your needs from me.
Because you know whenever you need me i'll be there,
I still feel 15 again.
Save me.
Copyright © Jacy X | Year Posted 2005
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