immortal
immortal
grey eyes
pale skin
he likes his coffee dark
his hair's a mess
but his smile is beautiful
to me your were a god
immortal
staring at night skies
but you already were a star
darling, i would do anything
cigarette between your lips
your hands on my hips
“will you miss me in the morning?”
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