Drown with me in the heart of an old song that has no story but two who swore to let their souls be carved by melodies. It doesn’t have to be great, just sing along and let it seep and reach you under the skin.
You told me not to fight death when it comes, just let it kiss my soul gently and I won’t have to feel a thing. You told me to count to three and it would all be over. But I was not ready yet.
The shades of grey colored our world and we no longer had definite lines of black and white to guide us. Wherever our hearts pointed, we followed. We smashed the rules of life and threw it behind us. We were no rebellions, we were just lovers.
Now close your eyes and let our fingers intertwine. Clasp my hands tightly and let my bones break into yours. The words melt on the bridge of our lips so our souls whisper them