Side by side.
Hand in hand.
Dancing under the Eiffel tower at midnight.
The ultimate love story a dance of wind, ghosts at night slowly
intertwining with each other as if the kiss of death is just one moment
For those who believe in the little things, like dancing at midnight.
The inevitability of growing older breathes louder at night.
Creeps in faster during the hours of the am, and smothers you until you slowly dream of a life you’ll never have.
Wake up and repeat.
You’ll never be younger than what you are today they say and that worries you more than it did yesterday, but this is only the beginning from now until the rest of your days.
You remember that line forever.
Life doesn’t get better, it just gets more adjustable.
My eyes don’t shut
It’s as if they are glued open 24 hours a day
My brain doesn’t shut up
If it was a person, it would speak all day
I try to count some sheep
But my eyes never seem to sleep
So ill just sit back, relax
and stay an insomniac
You’re my favorite pill bottle
That feeling of being high
I only get that feeling when I taste you
Is it dangerous?
I mean, I don’t want to overdose
But I don’t think overdosing is an issue
When i shake my favorite bottle
I think I need a new prescription
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