ΘDrëam A Littlë DrëamΘ


Your tongue is a rudder.It steers the whole ship.Sends your words past your lips or keeps them safe behind your teeth.But the wrong words will strand you.Come off course while you sleep.Sweep your boat out to sea or dashed to bits on the reef.
There is a monster in these sheets
Laying here next to me
his intent, its evil
his charm as deadly as the sea
his touch, like acid
burning my skin,
his kiss, like poison
slowly killing me
Beneath these sheets,
 No love can grow just pain and deceit. 

Flesh against flesh,
friction without heat,
Its so cold here in these sheets.
 no love can grow just pain and deceit.

There is a monster in these sheets

Laying here next to me

his intent, its evil

his charm as deadly as the sea

his touch, like acid

burning my skin,

his kiss, like poison

slowly killing me

Beneath these sheets,

No love can grow just pain and deceit.

Flesh against flesh,

friction without heat,

Its so cold here in these sheets.

no love can grow just pain and deceit.