Unspoken.

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All the parts of me that are best left unspoken.

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Your smell use to soothe me
Make me feel safe and comfortable
Now your smell does nothing to me but makes me feel sick.

The suns up this mornig and so are you,
I lay my head next to yours and suck
And all of a sudden you wake up.

We fumble and fumble
I hear your hand slap my skin
A dominant demeana
makes me want to sin

A knot in a rope
A blind fold in place
You say strongly ‘its my turn to play’
Goosbumps arise
And breathing becomes deep
Scared almost teriffied of what your next move will be.

Pain and pleasure shoots though me like a gun
You can see me reacting amd that’s your fun.
Burnt on the edge you hold a candle but your the flame
Not one elce can quite play your games as well as you do
I’m vundrable and Its the bigest turnon to you
You pull me so hard but kiss so gentally
This is what passion realy means to me.

Paint me like a canvas
I’ll fall to my knees
I can make you moan beyond belife
Give me my prize and I shall set you free
Down a pure path of excosty.
I can make you scream
Fuck chelsea.
Afternoone wil come and I’ll suck on my tumb
And you will rember all of the fun you had between my cheeks.

Broken and bound we found eatch others company
Not one left but your eyes.
You like beautiful destroyed things
So you found me
The most perfectly imperfect their ever could be

Growling, chin up, don’t grind your teeth.
A perfect maskoraid for you and me.
You said who’s are you?
I whispered yours quitly.
Knowing full well you could never have me.

Resiting your play you act so well,
But baby I’ll take you through the gates of hell.
While your inside I feel nothing but unsatisfiyed
You just can’t seem to please me
But I’ll lie and you will beleive

Growling, chin up, don’t grind your teeth.
A perfect maskoraid for you and me.
You said who’s are you?
I whispered yours quitly.
Knowing full well you could never have me.

We have got nothing to loose, we arnt planing to stay
For one night you can have my body
But you have only read the first page
So in disopointment i will stay.

Growling, chin up, don’t grind your teeth.
A perfect maskoraid for you and me.
You said who’s are you?
I whispered yours quitly.
Knowing full well you could never have me.

Baby come play?
Or better off just leave,
Let the real men get a tast of me
I look so sweet when they hurt me
The pain is intreaging to me
Pulling your hair because I’m bored underneath
You might as well give up now
Pull your men back retreat.

Growling, chin up, don’t grind your teeth.
A perfect maskoraid for you and me.
You said who’s are you?
I whispered yours quitly.
Knowing full well you could never have me.

You’re nasty and I hate you
But I don’t
That leaves me the one place I do not want to be
Lead in a pile of your deceate
Through anger you will mistreat
And I can’t come free.

One call, one call and it all starts again,

Follow the flashing lights,

Ill run after you,

Don’t touch me,

People always touch me.

Like ice it burns through my skin,

My eyes they can’t take it they just want to sin,

In times like these I want to bleed.

But you’re already doing it for me internally.

Still speeding,

I can tell you’re finding it difficult to breath.

Exhale the smoke through the window,

It whispers all the help me’s you never did,

The tire tracks are starting to skid,

You’re killing the person I love the most,

The only other one that can see ghosts,

In a blanket he will wrap you up tight,

And stay by your side all night.

The lights they flicker and dance so beautifully,

But it’s a deadly sign to everyone who can see,

That you’re slowly dying and blame it on me.

A troubled daughter confused and diseased,

Couldn’t think of a better person to kick to their knees,

She will cry and plead,

But the lights flicker because you’re the one in need.

Its like the sirens are calling out my name,

Shouting you’re the one to blame.

A brother so fragile completely taken in disbelief

We don’t care if its red were speeding because you can’t breath,

Slowly it kills the two males beside me.

 

Intensive care is a place we all live,

You’re selfishness has broken your kids.

And they all cry,

But I am cold, I cant tonight.

I hold it all, as I watch my farther fall.

We arrive at the place we all live,

Deep breaths,

As we are never sure,

if this is it.

A farther frantic in despair,

If you could only see,

but you’re calm and it’s all a blare,

quietly panicking in the waiting room,

the crisis drug runs though your veins,

sitting by your bed we scream the nurses name.

Time flies by and you can now breath,

You open your eyes,

We all are in disbelief,

moved to a different ward so doctors can see.

A farther who is broken and hurt deep inside,

I can hear him at night when he cries.

A brother exhausted lays his head to rest,

Tired of living in fright,

I can see its all a weight on his chest,

and I know hes depressed.

A broken family that lives in lies and deceit,

All so you can get the drugs that you need.

Your husband will buy you gifts and all for what? So you can mistreat.

This is a masochistic way of life I believe.

As we drive back home,

my farther can finally sleep,

but he never really rest peacefully,

a family that tip toes,

just so that we don’t have to pick up the phone,

one phone call,

the one we all hate,

we all know its your fate,

because mother you cant stay of the DF118’s.