Too Late
By
WhoAmI2010
Part Two
I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels likeAnd right now it's a steel knife in my windpipeI can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight
As Brooke was in her quarters, she would see Sam looking through her C.D's but so did Harmony until she used her as a human punching bag…
"It's okay I could feel it from here." Sam turned to her and Brooke tense up. "You tell me how I could make you feel better." Brooke then lean over and kissed Sam on the lips. "That's a start." Brooke said and Sam shook her head because it really was. The memory replayed which was triggered by a positive response and Sam slowly brushed her hair with her hand. Brooke opened her eyes so slowly to look to see it was Sam right there. They shared another kiss.
As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flightHigh off her love, drunk from my hate, it's like I'm huffin' paintAnd I love it the more I suffer, I suffocateAnd right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me, she fuckin' hates me
