Oh, you're in my veins
And I cannot get you out
Oh, you're all I taste
At night inside my mouth
[Andrew Belle]
STILES
I read once that holding your breath can stop a panic attack. Sowhen I kissed you,you held your breath.
Her lips on mine
Like fire and ice
Her heart
Cold
Her touch
Burns.
Memory of her
Buried its teeth
On my skin
Left no mark
But broke my soul
Into pieces.
You could never
Be her –
She is
Irreplaceble beauty
Chaotic mind
And a
Perfect lover.
