My heart started beating so fast
His lips stuck on my neck
But I find it heavenly
They wanted us out
But his breath is my cocaine
That takes me higher than I ever been
It's getting late
But who cares ?
When we got each other
Enveloped in each other's arms
No more pretending
No more of losing you
Please stay
Stay with me
YOU ARE READING
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PoesíaGod is dead, - said Nietzsche. In a land of desolation and ghosts You were an angel. Like every other creature, you've been wasted. Wicked little thing.
