the air in my country is normally cool, but tonight it was hotter than Hell itself. my cigarette smoked slower than usual, and as i leant a little too far over the balcony i saw five birds flock and dance in the sky around me. watching the people on the street below me like flies made me wonder if the second coming had already been and gone, whispers and blank faces were all this party consisted of and my thoughts were of my bed on the other side of the city.
you told me i'd meet 'the one' tonight - my Prince Charming, my White Knight. it's all a load of bollocks, love is just a fabrication given to the weak-hearted and whose who are easy to fright.
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