Turn To GoA Poem by ..R.I.P..About 6 months ago this actually happened......Half past midnight And I'm still sitting on your windowsill You won't tell me to go You don't want to say good night Your girlfriend calls and you send her to voicemail I look at you shocked What the f**k are you doing? You take my hand, trace my scars on my arm I shiver Not from being cold, but from your touch I shiver again when you run your fingers through my hair And again when you touch my cheek I look into your beautiful brown eyes And wish I didn't have to go I pull my hand from your's And turn to go © 2009 ..R.I.P..Reviews
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Added on August 17, 2009Last Updated on August 17, 2009 |

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