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I KISSED YOUR LIPS AND I TASTED BLOOD.



i want to sing to you, my love

my only love, and happiness

don’t be so blue, so blue, my love

take off your shoes

take off my dress

i want to sing to you my love

my only love and happiness

don’t be so blue, so blue my love

this too shall pass

this, too, shall pass

but tell me tell me, what have i done to deserve you?

must’ve done something, cause that’s how it works

must’ve been kind to kittens and birds in a previous life

must’ve thought happy thoughts

happy thoughts

cause there, you were there right beside me

then somehow inside me while inside myself

books on the shelf

thoughts on the shelf

hands to myself

i should definitely keep my hands to myself cause

love is a dangerous pastime

caught between madness and gladness of flight

nothing is wrong and nothing is right

falling asleep in your arms every night

but love’s such a strange situation

full of frustration and anger and fear

everything steers

nobody hears

nobody’s here and

nobody hears

i want to sing to you my love

my only love 

and happiness

don’t be so blue

so blue my love

take off your shoes

take off my dress

i want to sing to you my love

my only love and happiness

don’t be so blue

so blue

my love

this too shall pass

this, too, shall pass.

11:46 am, by whydontyoudance2
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