She holds her head high like she should be proud or something
Posted July 6, 2008
As we lay here quietly on the floor
Not speaking a word
We lock eyes with each other
Knowing what we’ve found
Only because we’ve found it before
Here were are, to hurt once more
We can get lost in the sound
Of no one else around
You’re tugging at my arm
“Come with me” you say
Of course I obey
I whisper in your ear
All the things you’ve wanted to hear
As we are lead upstairs and my body prepares
To have that feeling rush through me again
Goose bumps on our skin
What a situation we’re in
But there is nothing to stop us since my guilt had subsided
It’s laid out on the table we know we can’t hide it
It’s quiet now as I sit on the edge of your bed
You watch me as a slip on my dress
Look at my hair, my makeup’s a mess
How do we let this sheared keep up?
I’m sailing smoothly but always get stuck
With you and with us
We are broken
