My Vice
I close my eyes
I can see every line
etched on your face,
I hear a song
it takes me back
to the two of us
on the dance floor,
I walk the roads
we use to walk on
I remember us holding hands
and those stolen kisses,
the remnants of you
is all over…
I wish they didn’t exist
I wish you weren’t my vice…
it would make my longing
for you nominal
it would make my need
for you non-existent
it would make my mind my own
because right now
it’s yours…
my heart is yours...
my body is yours...
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