So many people think they've found love but they havent.
well love doesnt grow in a day, or even a week.
you can't love someone to death
unless youve felt dead without them.
no, not weak... literally dead.
your eyes may be open, you may be moving - but who controls you?
to feel an urge that brings even suicide to its knees
this tickling inside my heart
makes me want to tear myself apart
I'm lovesick, and addicted
your lips are like the most dangerous of all venom
your fingertips brush against me like those of an angel
like we were made to feel this way
I have no words to speak, yet so much to say
you make me feel shy like a child
oh how you drive me wild.
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