your zero
and you will know us by the trail of dead
running up that hill
i need some fine wine and you, you need to be nicer
"im forever blowing bubbles...
they fly so high, they reach the sky
unlike my dreams they fade and die"
the jester
the poetic romantic
and the girl.
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"love leaves you eating ice cream like a drug addict"
the road is dark, with glass and stones
these shadows follow my walking bones
but the stars are bright you know
and they're almost yours
they'll come either soon or slow
i dont want you to be my wife
i dont want to give you life
i just want you to know
that this path is dark and cold
and you're somewhat a warmth,
with a glow.