The Ones that Talk About Heartbreak and Love

Reckless

What we had at first is what

I like to call. Psychological eye sex

You bit your lip, my breath was heavy

Your eyes were green and blue and

Pools of sickly sweet looking into an

Electric dream. We talk for a

While. And we meet up.

For your party. Then everyone leaves

and suddenly I lost all will to care.

You're too old for me and

I don't think, maybe you and me is

Just a one night thing.

Then, you close the door behind you

Lips pressed, moans and groans

You seemed to rip at things

That included my soul. It was so good

So not right. Just a night of reckless

Stupid behaviour, that body

And one hazy night