- Dancing till my legs break
until your eyes met mine
Though I know it'll be the cost
of my last breath
I'll willingly accept it with
open arms
I'm gonna die young, gonna make it fast
I'm gonna die young, gonna make it
blast
I'm gonna die young, gonna make this last.
YOU ARE READING
Bound of words
PoetryJust a bound of words that creates a poem~~ *Every poem is original and I really do hope you would all love it. Also, some of it were based on lyrics and I just did some magic tricks into them ;) *
