The morning seems numb, cold as it be.
I fail to make believe, what others may see.
I let the chill of a thousand pills run down the throat of I
and now we wait for the morning to pass
so eternally I rest somewhere amognst the grass.
The morning sun tests my skin, kicking me until I begin.
I lessen the grip on the hand rest teasing her lips.
But now as I hide the only thought come to mind
was to lay me next to her side and never come back up
for air.
Never leave the fight for love.
Or love will stop fighting for you.
I fail to make believe, what others may see.
I let the chill of a thousand pills run down the throat of I
and now we wait for the morning to pass
so eternally I rest somewhere amognst the grass.
The morning sun tests my skin, kicking me until I begin.
I lessen the grip on the hand rest teasing her lips.
But now as I hide the only thought come to mind
was to lay me next to her side and never come back up
for air.
Never leave the fight for love.
Or love will stop fighting for you.
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rockthesuit:
That would be you dear
rourke: