Guilty of Pleasure
It’s you again, oh me, oh my. I’m blinded by…
Seeing nothing but an application of a relentless stupidity.
Oh my heart, and its restless inquires.
First glance, from a stolen photo, first syllables, on the phone… I’ve fallen before.
But never in front of you.
Revealed, unraveled, now I enjoy hearing the phone ring.
I feel delivered some how,
This is absurd?
The coolest girl (Rizzo), turning into the band geek.
I awake to thoughts of
Life with your arms around me.
It’s like I don’t have armor anymore. For my “amor”, makes me want to put down
my sword.
You seek the real part of me, you see through my lying. I feel you.
In the air, my skin, you take oxygen from blood.
A sweet smell of butter cinnamon and sugar.
Memories loading reflections of you
Into my mind,
Why do I crave you so?
I adore my obsession, my one guilty pleasure. Holy sin, locked away from mine
eyes
Just a window of opportunity is all I need, sacrificing and eating my morel fiber.
Because you are the only healthy thing for me.
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