Sometimes...
Sometimes, I think we are at war
You & I
The clock ticks.
The time flies.
Scattered thoughts that leave me shattered;
Beat me up until I'm torn and tattered.
Yes, I do believe we are at war...you & I...
Time will fly.
Time will die.
Leaves me breathless, wanting more...
Waiting for that kiss of temptation, ready to open that door.
Leaves me breathless, waiting in fear
What if it causes me to lose something near & dear?
The constant scratch.
That tick of time.
Bearing weight upon my mind...
Where evil thoughts have dined
No, I don't wish to be at war.
You & I
The constant battles.
The fits.
The cries.
You ar