Sweet Nothing
2 March, 2003
Author: Dizzy
I know enough to know
That SEX has nothing to do with LOVE
They've never even met
I know enough to know
That LOVE can't be made
but it just hangs in the air waiting to get stuck between us
You use to touch me in ways that are indescribable
your kisses made me feel the ecstasy of your soul
when my heart was bleeding for you, pouring out
you licked my wounds but your tongue was like sandpaper
only making them deeper
you rape me with your lies
you were my sweet nothing
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