Bliss, magnificent, orgasmic. Love can be all these things!. . They say that we make a good couple. But I'm too afraid to mess up my special. We do what lovers do, but I rather gave it' cool.
And while the city sleeps. I won't weep because I didn't keep. My boyfriend and the summer's end is here again. And the leaves are golden. Under the grand silver birch tree.
Why am I weary. And why does my head feel so light?. Should I tear up the letters signed. From my black knight who thrills me?. If love doesn't kill me.