He walks pass me again, but this time I don't find him... Intresting
He looks at me with his gray eyes, but this time I don't fall deep into them
He speaks to me in his demanding tone-
But I don't listen.
I don't hear..
I don't care-
He brushes his finger tips along my warm shoulders, and brings them to my lips.
But I don't crave him
I don't crave myself-