The days begin to get colder, we begin to grow older. The love we have has has been set to flames, while the scars on my wrists are all that remains. Your kiss scars my cheek, oh your touch makes me weak. As my thighs tremble i cannot speak. You laid me onto the bed, there are no regrets filling my head. With your hands around my neck I seem to forget, that you have taken of my shirt. As i gasp for air it begins to hurt. Hours begin to pass as we are dripping sweat , you release a moan i'll never forget.
You're my secret.
