Communication Error

All this talk is making me thirsty

and so are you

Your words they drive me crazy

Your body makes me wanna move

Talk is cheap and so is love

When it’s the easy kind

So throw your body at mine

And we can get through the night

As Lovers who don’t love

With Secrets that we hide

We tend to summon demons

When we lose the light inside.

When we are the shadows,

We are the unforgiving kind

Who hold onto sickness

Like it is our life.

When it’s a disease

Only the strongest survive,

We build up our walls;

Trying to stay alive

When we really need to break them down

So we can learn to thrive.

Published by scarletbxx

A ghost, a magician, an afternoon storm. I’ll tell you my secrets if you tell me yours.

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