Who needs feelings, who needs names?
What is love out there?
We are something else.
In your eyes relations are silly,
in your arms feelings can't rest,
your lips make traditions uneasy,
But yes, who needs them anyway?
Whenever i'm with you words like love escape my thaughts. When I kiss you my soothe explodes.
But why is this perfect when it can't be explained? Let's don't have a name, let's be something else. You and me and no oxygen in the air. If your eyes are near no cry will ever get to my ears. When we're together there's no such thing as love, there's no such thing as a relation, there are no names for whaterver it is. I start to feel like there's no way to name... something that's not too different from a bit less oxygen in the air.
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