If love is a drug, then she is ecstasy
one touch to your tongue
and your whole world expands.
But what if love were measured by the spilling of clouds?
Then, my dear, she'd be a hurricane
with all warning to stay inside.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC
If love is a drug, then she is ecstasy
one touch to your tongue
and your whole world expands.
But what if love were measured by the spilling of clouds?
Then, my dear, she'd be a hurricane
with all warning to stay inside.
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