Wednesday 23 September 2015

My High

We used to kiss and say goodbye,
Now we only fuck and say bye-bye,
If we ever meet again we say hi,
Same routine after we get high.

Do we even have anything in common?
Apart from well, you know the sex hormone,
Separated by a condom,
Just to kill the boredom.

It doesn’t feel right,
Can’t even walk together in light,
Up-close in the dark tight,
Crazy how we like to disappear out of sight.

Lately it’s been cold,
Peaceful with no urge for you to hold,
Guess my trust is sold,
Maybe it’s too expensive to act cheap.

I’m no longer your dark and shining knight,
Got yourself a white kite,
Fly might feel alright,

Changes your ways you should just take a flight.

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