My drug

by ema   Jul 24, 2011


We argue,
we fight,
we fall apart,
in the middle of the night.

Break up,
feel empty inside,
but still,
i want to be your bride.

In you're arms,
i want to be forever,
it does not matter where,
just whenever.

We will stand strong,
no matter who tries to interfere,
even when I'm 80,
i want you to call me dear:)

I love you,
no matter what,
and i want you to know,
you really are my drug.

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