The ink of
the pen of which I write with is dry
Slowly fading
as it is my mind
I’ve been bad,
gone and away
Weeks pass
by me in a terrible way
Owner of
dangerous pleasures,
Smoking is
one, could you guess the rest?
Oh lord, I’m
afraid of who am I becoming
You know,
it’s a strange, strange feeling
That this
life only tastes like dying
And if
music nor love can’t save us
Maybe ecstasy
can do us the favor
And it
shows
The strangest
connection I’ve had in months
A special
mind I wish no harm could ever reach
A fragile
body no bad stuff should ever touch
How could I
not love you this much?
We’ll
slowly dance as you take me to that unknown place
You taste
(quite) like home to this homeless wonder
How your
words transfigure into far, far clouds
How your
thoughts could get me more addicted than any of those drugs
Baby we
need no happily ever afters
We need
nobody, we got each other
And all of
your should’s and could’s
Bring just the
right amount of doubt
to my
certainty
If this isn’t
it, I don’t know what can be
No promises
of future,
No stories
written before us
You don’t
need to bother
Baby, no
worries, no harm, we got each other
So glad to read your stuff again Alice, I've missed it dear. **
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