lonely 1 a.m's

winter

C r o s s e d
Oh, how could I forget late night night babbles and mid-class rambles, the secrets in your pillows and the laughter in your sheets. The serenity from feeling your heat but the feeling I'll never forget is the feeling of our legs beneath the blankets.
U n r a v e l i n g
"I love you"'s turned to "I hate you"'s.
My tears felt like acid spilling through the cracks in my soul, soul. So set on feeling our legs beneath the blankets.
T h i n n i n g
I feel your absence more than ever.
What I'd do to hold you like I used to, covered by your love and shrouded in affection with only the feeling of our legs beneath the blankets.
F a d e d
We're broken, we're miserable and sick.
The pain in my head will never be enough to forget, drowning in your lies and the tears I've shed, what happed to the feeling of our legs tangled together beneath the blankets on your bed..