Neon lights, blasting music, young free souls, tortured souls, and one.. dying at his touch.
Neon lights, blasting music, liquor in my veins, spirit in his...
Neon lights, blasting music, his cigarette between my lips, his lips traveling my skin, his skin on my skin, his arms around mine, his fingers tracing my figure, his grip driving me out of my mind...
He knows, he's aware of how he's messing me up. He loves it... his smirk says it all, he knows I'm attempting to look strong, that I'm trying to hide the fact that his warmth makes me weak, from the crowd around us. He knows that I wasn't willing to give him that full satisfaction of admitting I had fallen... fallen hard for him.
But I have...
His breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine, his hips glued to mine lit that fire in my chest, slowly melting my heart. Oh sweet torture...
Neon lights, blasting music, an angel replacing her halo... innocence lost.
Neon lights, blasting music, dancing with the damned... his words haunting my thoughts... "dance with me darling" he whispered, "and I'll show you what you mean to me..."
Neon lights, blasting music, dancing with the Devil, and for a split second, seeing Heaven in all its Glory...
-Nour Ibrahim
*credits to larissa for the title ahah
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PoetryThat's the unfortunate reality Of star crossed lovers, No happy fairytale endings, More like Romeo and Juliette their love kills, When they don't acknowledge each other's feelings. -Nour Ibrahim-
