Love 4

I can't say nobody does it better, that would be a lie

but I find myself missing your crass lips

longing for them

Don't call me foolish

Nobody knows that more than me

If I'm being stupid or sick in the head

If love is an ailment

I'm one of the lucky ones

Please tell me your afflicted too

We must never recover

If love is a drug

Will you be my dealer?

Intoxicate me

I don't know why

or when this all started

all I know is your the cause of it

and that's enough for me

I don't need to think

I just need to be

To feel it all




The End

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