His words are kerosene
But his touch is my personal nicotine
One moment it seems like a dream
In the next, I am struggling to breathe
I know I'm decaying inside
But wouldn't it be better to die in the light
Better than my gaze resting on the empty spot in my bed
Broken promises swirling in my head
The illusion of everlasting love
The chaotic pendulum
Is something to behold.
But would it really be better if I was alone?
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 11:54 PM UTC
His words are kerosene
But his touch is my personal nicotine
One moment it seems like a dream
In the next, I am struggling to breathe
I know I'm decaying inside
But wouldn't it be better to die in the light
Better than my gaze resting on the empty spot in my bed
Broken promises swirling in my head
The illusion of everlasting love
The chaotic pendulum
Is something to behold.
But would it really be better if I was alone?
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