Maybe it's just a dream
I'm rushing too far ahead
Us laying on the bed
Me intertwined in your arms
I'm always scared you'll walk into the room
You'll see what I did
Not in the future,
Now
In the future you'd come into the room
I'll be reading a book
You'd grab my arm
Screaming that it hurts
You would do it anyway
You'll see
Hold me
What did I do
Hell, what did I do to you
I'm so fucking sorry
YOU ARE READING
The Nature of Love
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