Without sincerity, I’m your unfinished letter.
You told me that you cared, that you’d make it all better.
And now I’m lying here, in this lonely, empty, bed.
Was it something that I did? Or something I misread?
You told me that you loved me, but where are you today?
All those broken promises, you said that you would stay.
Fuck. I cannot fall sleep tonight, if you’re not here with me.
And you’re with another girl, the girl I’ll never be.
When I close my eyes tonight, all I’ll see is your eyes.
But, in the end that’s how it goes. People leave, love dies.
tiny little turn ons:
- people leaning against walls with one shoulder while they talk
- catching somebody turning away smiling at a joke you made
- people who linger on a hug for just a second after you let go
- somebody glancing at your lips while you’re talking