Wednesday, January 5, 2011

an innocent summer affair

I can tell few people that I like you
When we're apart, I'd like to be together
When we're together, I want more and more
Inside me, it feels like love
But helps me feel high for mere moments
look back at the past, hoping that it might help, make a better life in the future
It means I should stop touching you
And escape to a better place
Or experience the certain hurt that awaits and live through this too
I don't feel that being addicted is bad
I don't feel like you are either
Perhaps I will get bored of you too
But you will provide me with fond and sad memories, simple pleasures and teardrops
For a lifetime

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