THEME

yareach:

Adrenaline was pumping through my veins like a poison,
The first time we kiss.
It was a simple move
From nowhere,
from every part of us.
My blood was sailing into victory.

Adrenaline was pumping through my veins like a poison,
The first time we were in the same bed.
Just holding hands,
Two children, new at love.
My blood was rushing.

Adrenaline was pumping through my veins like a poison,
the first time we made love.
And I felt like God
Creating passion.
My blood was pure.

Adrenaline is pumping through my veins. It’s a poison,
It hurts to do the right thing, dear.
Falling and faking,
Just to save you.

You will believe my blood, cold.




Grief

There is dead air in me.
I try to cough it out in the shower every morning,
drown it and rise refreshed from the water,

but the drain is clogged with
my hair and your hair tangled together,
and you can’t kill something
that is already dead.