Love Remains A Drug

-Kiss From A Rose, Seal-

Memory contorted
Mind is distorted

So lost in the scent
You left when you went

Slowly remember
A lone September

Thinking of mixtures
What's in the pictures?

A time too joyful
For lows to spoil

You're high up above
Falling into love

Feeling warm and snug
As love remains a drug. 

The End

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