Kiss me,
just for a little longer
and whisper all the sweet nothings
i have always imagined you saying to me
lie to me
for i give you my permission and my heart
steal my words with your passionate kisses and soft lips
the voices in my head
are slowly getting louder
so excuse me if im screaming silently
as you walk away from me yet again
your presence is my therapy
your scent is my sanity
im crazy about you
no, actually i am just plain crazy without you
i would sell my soul over and over and over again
because i know being around you
is like free falling with a broken parachute
but its a pain so deep and so raw
im willing to make believe
that my plunge from the edge of reason
is actually more than a feeble attempt
in learning to fall in love
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