Next To You
Its alright.
Two words i always say.
To the you, it follows.
To myself, it scowls.
I'm letting myself go.
Losing myself, gaining yourself.
A sweet compromise
that others despise.
Tell the rest.
The way i'm draining you dry,
curling you up in my blood.
Drinking from miles away.
I dare not sleep,
without you tugged by my side.
Deafening silence
is all i hear and sing.
Pale ruby red lips
gasping for each other's kiss.
Julius Kensan
( Sentimental Freak )
"Let's grow old together
and die at the same time.
Let's grow old together
and die at the same time."
The White Lies, To lose My Life.
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