this electric touch is honestly | 1 |
too much for me, too raw, too uncontrolled | 2 |
and though we fit perfectly like | 3 |
ying and yang like black and white | 4 |
like this is how it’s meant-to-be-kind of perfection | 5 |
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this contact is just too charmingly grim, | 6 |
and I’m afraid it’s too much like an illusion. | 7 |
Afraid that if I blink just once you’ll disappear | 8 |
heartless and selfish, absolute in purpose | 9 |
you’ll just slide through the pink dawn, | 10 |
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that in the morning we’ll forget it happened | 11 |
that we’ll just think we dreamed it, think | 12 |
that the grind of hips into sheets was just an idea, | 13 |
that the slow crush of lips was imagined, and everything | 14 |
was all made-up, | 15 |
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and if i shut my eyes just once, | 16 |
you'll disapear like pink sky | 17 |
turns blue again, | 18 |
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but its not yet | 19 |
and I want to | 20 |
die electric. | 21 |