Our connection was intense
Our kiss was toxic but sweet
The colour of your eyes was like autumn
I was so keen
I was all in
Our bond was strong
Filled with pure alcohol
And when I got sober
I saw clearly the end
You pointed it out for me
I followed your arrow
I followed your footsteps
And you led me to the exit
Now I need a compass
To get the hell out of your soul
Nothing lasts forever, doesn't?
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 2:30 PM UTC
Our connection was intense
Our kiss was toxic but sweet
The colour of your eyes was like autumn
I was so keen
I was all in
Our bond was strong
Filled with pure alcohol
And when I got sober
I saw clearly the end
You pointed it out for me
I followed your arrow
I followed your footsteps
And you led me to the exit
Now I need a compass
To get the hell out of your soul
Nothing lasts forever, doesn't?
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