She
Her skin is warm to the touch,
yet it always seems to give me goosebumps
every time she places her hand on top of mine
a slight shiver runs down my spine
leaving me still,
speechless and paralyzed
I try to pull back
but there is something holding on to me
grabbing me so tightly, refusing to let me go
Yet i can see it isn't her forcing me still
it is, in fact, the conclusion of my own free will
My subconscience tells me the buried truth
but it is something i dont want to hear
I want so desperately to follow these instincts
to hold on and never let go
To make reality of this never-ending dream...
but i can't
yet it always seems to give me goosebumps
every time she places her hand on top of mine
a slight shiver runs down my spine
leaving me still,
speechless and paralyzed
I try to pull back
but there is something holding on to me
grabbing me so tightly, refusing to let me go
Yet i can see it isn't her forcing me still
it is, in fact, the conclusion of my own free will
My subconscience tells me the buried truth
but it is something i dont want to hear
I want so desperately to follow these instincts
to hold on and never let go
To make reality of this never-ending dream...
but i can't