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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