zac_attack

The feeling is back
And i can't get rid of it
You remember the one
That always makes me sick
It started last night
When you finally made it home
Somethings not right
It's 3 o'clock in the morn
I don't move
As you pull back the sheets
A shiver escapes
When your arm lays over me
So many questions
Immediately arise
But just like the tears
Slowly coming to my eyes
They vanish by dawn
Not to be seen again
But if you look closely
You'll see their presence remains

This is not about anyone in particular. It is inspired from life experiences