Addicted
You are wrong for me
A primal attraction
A fond memory
A sly smile
An intentional mistake
A crazy ride
You are the eternal ‘comma’ in my life, neither the alpha nor the omega
Never missed
Never yearned
You weave into my life of blues, like a crazy yellow
A desire, camouflaged as hope.
Bringing ripples of lost laughter, pleasure and pain
Whispering in my ears
Feeling my heart race
Freeing me from my fears
For that instant, you make my life perfect and I hate you for that
3 Comments:
time is the healer ;-)
:) it happens sometimes, darling
Oh NO this post has nothing to do with the previous. Thanks anyways guys :)
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