Lletres: Tilt. 'Til It Kills. Confines Of Love.

I'm an honest woman, a representation of the state of mutual confusion =
within the confines of love, heavy lidded darling embedding in my arms, =
I'll take a kiss to settle payment like a song for the gods. Does your =
undying devotion only last 'til I'm out the door? Can I keep my fingers =
away from a sore? Does your undying devotion only last 'til I'm out the =
door? I can't keep my fingers away from a sore. Happy to include you in =
my esapes, we're the first to intrude and the last ones to leave, never =
assume that we came with someone that you know, we'll go through every =
drawer, and throw the contents to the wind. Am I risking complicity? =

Right here, right where I want to be? Is this absurdity? To trust you so =
implicitly, losing my complacency, you would be the end of me, oh well =
well you're well worth it, I've never got the nerve to do it, happy to =
include you.
Submitted by: Mel