Same old love songs.

It’s the same old love songs,

The same sugary sweet love,

That is so addicting,

You tend to over indulge,

The same old love,

Where everything is perfect,

The world becomes more vibrant,

And the birds always seem to be chirping,

The sky is always clear,

The stars always bright,

The sun is always shinning,

And the moon always light up the night,

But what about the love,

That’s made of rose thrones,

The dark romantic songs,

That Vampires dance to until dawn,

The love songs,

That even make Demons feel loved,

It makes Fallen Angels,

Feel worthy enough,

It prick your fingers,

Drawing blood,

And your lover licks your finger,

His affectionate way of cleaning you up,

The weird, strange love,

With a bit of darkness hidden within,

Where you search for UFOs,

Or just simply laze around eating chicken.

~a sleepy ghost~


Author: Viv

Just a suffering Victorian era ghost stuck in the past but loves modern music, sushi, and singing despite being really boring.

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