Morphine
Anaesthetise me
Still I'll dance through your dreams
With a ballerinas mastery
A candid cliche
Your lips taste like morphine
But I'll love you anyway
Hearts grow weaker
Preserve the love I'm promising
It won't last forever
Copyright © Jodie Williams | Year Posted 2014
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