Slipped away.

I wanna let go... How'd he do it? What happened? I thought we had it...
"What do you feel right now?"
hah. I feel as if nothing good ever comes to me, fully. It'll make it's way to me, but soon enough, it slips away right through my fingers.

Trailed.

You're leaving a trail for me to follow.
I follow through with you and your games,
but soon you'll give me nothing else to swallow.
I'll get tired and you'll be left with your fame.

I see right under all of this,
but I solemnly still stick around.
I'm curious if you'll bring me bliss,
and so far, you've left me profound.

As much as I should stay away,
I want to keep going on with it.
You are a bunch of cliches,
and it's something I'll admit.

That should all stop me,
but I'm still here.
I'm here willingly.
It may be safe to stay, or be severe.

Oh, but if only you pulled me in like that in bed.

The feeling.

You made my heart jolt.
When we touched, butterflies flew.
It is all your fault.
It's something actually new.

You had me before,
but I didn't feel anything.
You had me down right to the core.
Maybe now it's more of a something.

Just thinking about it makes me have the feeling.
The feeling as if I'm falling deep.
But then blended in, is as if I'm winning,
winning with just a little leap.

We'll talk every minute of every hour,
and every hour of every day.
Our chemisty is something to devour,
and we react to each other in every other way.

What will this lead to?
No one can tell us.
We don't know what to do.
We'll just live on and on with lust.