Every time I see you the craving for your intoxication grows stronger. We speak an obvious language of attraction, it's no secret what we think about eachother. The brush of your hand or quick little kisses, plant the seeds that grow into my addiction to you. I want to be your worse half, and I hope you'll rub off on me. I'm a man with a lot of scars and I know they show. I'll quit the drugs, but I'll keep my dreams and take you along for the ride. Just hand me your lighter and a square baby and I'll let you see inside. All of these feelings have been supressed out of respect of a beloved friend of ours, but it could be worth a try. I would try.
"I'll keep my dreams and take you along for the ride" sent a shiver down my spine, I loved that line.
Thanks.. It's great that this weekend makes me hate this little letter... heh... rollercoaster of life.
