Sunday, July 13, 2014

Writings

Holding on to your words are like holding on to the last drop of the summer rain. You tell me things that no one else is supposed to know, but yet it's still unsettling 

You make me feel like I'm the only one that you hold, but at nights like tonight, that feeling is not guaranteed. I know she lies in the back of your mind, i know all of this is just a figment of my dreams

Quit pulling me into you with these empty promises, quit holding on to me until the morning light when there's no future between us two, she holds the key, and I'm just the door mat on your locked up soul.