Dtergent
Bluelight Crew
luv goes bad too easily.
it is not that sweet wine that you claim it to be, but curdled milk left unsuckled by a dead infant.
perhaps i should learn how it is to die faster.
perhaps i should learn how to be the one to walk from my ghosts.
but ghosts fade too fast, they always leave me watching them go.
love is not wine, not even poison intoxicating enough for me to drink.
love is spoilt milk, peircing acid scarring the walls of my nose.
but i drank it anyway.
perhaps i should learn how not to be so stupid.
it is not that sweet wine that you claim it to be, but curdled milk left unsuckled by a dead infant.
perhaps i should learn how it is to die faster.
perhaps i should learn how to be the one to walk from my ghosts.
but ghosts fade too fast, they always leave me watching them go.
love is not wine, not even poison intoxicating enough for me to drink.
love is spoilt milk, peircing acid scarring the walls of my nose.
but i drank it anyway.
perhaps i should learn how not to be so stupid.
