On our last conversation
We ripped each other apart,
Mass killing,
Our blood dripping on the floor,
I remember that day,
800 hundred,
87 days,
That day you told me
"Leave me alone man"
I, I felt the floor
Crumbling under me,
You left me drowning.
Anger took place,
Who could win that race?
"You felt so low"
Crying faces,
Oh I needed you
Like I never did,
I hated you,
Like I never did,
And all I wanted was
Y-O-U
Y-O-U
Y-O-U
You,
Oh, all I ever wanted was
Y-O-U
Y-O-U
You,
Babe can't you understand,
All I ever needed was you.
887 days since our last fight.
YOU ARE READING
ewig, Zwillingsflammen
PoésieAs the world goes around, as the night skies as not fallen. How can I let down? Karmic feeling. It bugs me to say, I'll never feel anything that strong, never again. [ewig], [everlong] : an event, course of action, feature, etc. that seems as if it...
