Continuous....air
by Stephie
How come when something that could kill you..
Feels like something that could fill you..
up with much air, cuz there really is nothing there, for you to hold on to...simply lustful passion, which ends up in a traumatic fashion when your mate finds out...you know without a doubt, there is no lie that you could even try to wiggle your way out of this one, and you know without a doubt that this is your last one...but you knew that before you even opened this door...so
How come when something that could kill you...
Fills you up with soo much....air
And you fall for it again like you don't have a care
Poetry
Gay Love ADVICE
