Your scent makes me shiver inside
Your presence is my delight
Like a clam I used to hide
Staying up after midnight; smoking bowls, we're so high
At night when my demons come by
I ask you quietly to hold me tight
and you say "I might"
but faster than the speed of light
you blight me with love the entire time.
segunda-feira, 21 de outubro de 2013
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