Taylor Made love
generated through sex.
The motions are clear
but the intentions are wrong.
...
Holding fast my breath
For the one that went away
Looking for a reason
Why my heart was led astray
...
Set ablaze my heart with your nomadic love
You’re now a patron to my shadow
The wind whistles softly through your hair,
Maybe you should have bathed in my love?
...
A tiny shove off for the realization of your mind
A slight tug back before it sinks in
...
Fully clothed
Laying naked in the road
Stones penetrating my body
A bathroom painted with your blood
...
Lovesick
Taylor Made love
generated through sex.
The motions are clear
but the intentions are wrong.
A comforting peace,
with no sick stomach,
trust or no trust,
it doesn't really matter when your love sick…