I'm afflicted

I'm afflicted

Cursed with it

the highs and lows of infatuation

Cause all I desire from you is everything

Give me your constant surrender

But it's the same every time

My skin feels too much

Even a brush by sets me on fire

And you barely turn your head

I'm ready then to just bury my head in the  pillows

Cry myself to sleep and pray for no more dreams

More moments that will never be


The End

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