Hickory, oak, pine and weed Bury my heart underneath these trees
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Hickory, oak, pine and weed Bury my heart underneath these trees
MikeDrop
I would say there’s so much I didn’t tell you But then again, I think I said too much. I gave you so many bullets. I thought I was disarming myself But I was just giving you ammunition. I don’t think you know what safeties are for.
Either 100 or 0 and there’s no in between. Adrenaline 24/7; you were addicting. I still crave the feel of your skin, your drunk kiss, Your strong arms around me at night, Your secret whisper in the silence.
I can hear the desperation in your voice & I understand because I’m just as hungry. Hungry for love, acceptance, belonging.
I so wanted it to be you. It still is you in my dreams. In the waking hour when I lie awake and remember. Will I ever be able to forget? Will I ever get another like you, my love? Were you made for me? Is anyone? Or were you just a fake? A replica of everything I long for.
Copy & paste. Into your sculpted body, piercing eyes that hypnotized me. Why did you bother with me? Couldn’t you see straight past me Through the holes in my heart? Maybe they just made it possible for you to get a better grip On my soul.
Is that all you wanted? Possession. Control. Because I was your Venus. But you weren’t my sun. You were my sin. I needed you so bad. Every 3 am text, I couldn’t get enough. My self-control hasn’t extinguished my desire & I still cry for you.
Baby, I never lied. I was falling for you. The first time you left me I was yours. Star crossed until our paths met again, I couldn’t get away.
Tied me down with temptation To the tracks of your bed Ran me over with passion. & I was begging you to.
How many times did I kiss you goodbye? For good this time. I never made it very far. You knew my foot was caught in your heart strings, but you let me trip anyway.
Patience. Like a saint, baby. How many days did you wait for me to want you? While I was waiting for us to die.