The walls are closing in..
I can't breathe,
Maybe it's best you leave.
Your love, a drug.
Your kisses a sin.
Anxiety ripples through me,
Can't seem to throw it in the bin.
Fear lapping over my skin,
Like the oceans clean tide.
Nostalgic feels weave through my veins.
And wrap around my heart.
The walls are closing in...
I can't breathe..
Maybe it's best you leave...
A TRONNOR ONE SHOT WITH POEMS AND DIFFERENT FLUFF FILLED STORIES. WISH ME LUCK. LET'S RIDEE.. hehe, thumbs to you if you know where that line is from.
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.