Thursday, November 17, 2011

lovesick

I should be feeling old

feeling time slip by faster

but with you it only seems to slow

with you I can't seem to grow

old

we breathe the air as our lungs shake

ready to quiver

and quake

as this love overwhelms

and consumes

we breathe in these toxic fumes

lovesick

out of breath

chasing anything but death

chasing a flame

a name

this very game we can't tame

chasing a love so insane

it makes us sane

it makes us



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