Your heartbeat makes me weak,
Your touch will not let me speak,
Your hands around my waist,
Cold hands and stolen gaze.
Peach shirt and sweat shirt on top,
Leaning on the table, wanted to take a nap,
Four brown chairs beside us,
My black heels coated with dust.
I asked you to soak the tissue with water,
You stood up and did it after,
I wiped my shoe, caught you staring at me,
I made you smile, I should be happy.
You removed my clip and combed my hair,
A drunken-dream and a worst nightmare,
You kissed my back and you inflicted it with pain,
I walked through your road, yet you took another lane.
