ONE PERSON'S PASSION IS ANOTHER'S PERVERSION... THE EXTREMES OF INTIMATE EXPERIENCE ARE WITHOUT LIMITS ONE PERSON'S FICTION IS ANOTHER PERSON'S EXPERIENCE SO BEWARE FOR ANYTHING GOES HERE - YES, ANYTHING THAT WHICH SHOCKS YOU MOST IS BORN OF YOUR OWN FEAR - BUT CAN YOU FACE YOUR FEAR? OR DO YOU JUST HIDE BEHIND POPULAR JUDGMENT LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE? why can't we just hold hands? |
I felt a cold blade break the skin he dared me to move, he seemed to want a fight how did this nightmare ever begin it's a fight for my life, I must win my friends were getting high at the party and I did not want to follow their lead they teased me about my purity as if they had greater need I drove them all home after midnight they thanked me and laughed at the moon the last one was singing a sad song I still don't remember the tune I drove home still feeling so lonely feeling like no one understands love and trust did not come so easy why can't we just sit and hold hands I let myself into the dark house I slipped out of my clothes for bed and that's when he crept up behind me lights out from the back of my head I woke with him already in me his stink dripping over my life it wasn't enough just to fuck me he wanted to play with his knife he said, "I like it rough, you've been too easy you better fight me you better please me. If you want to live you better show me or the last thing you'll ever do is know me" I tried to move, gave him a shove fist to the mouth, I tasted my blood I scratch his cheek, he cut my hand that's when I started to understand he wanted me to like it to pretend to resist he wanted to conquer and then be kissed I played his cruel game and lived through the night but never the same never quite right he's holding me down, glaring right through my eyes I feel a cold blade break the skin he dares me to move, he seems to want a fight how did this nightmare ever begin it's a fight for my life, I must win I wake up in cold sweats every night wishing someone would understand love and trust does not come easy for me why can't we just hold hands? my friends are getting high at the party and I do not want to follow their lead they tease me about my purity as if they have greater need I drive home still feeling so lonely feeling like no one understands love and trust did not come so easy why can't we just hold hands why can't we just hold hands All Content � 2008 Candor Communications |