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I want his soul to paint me a picture, like the kind that makes the arts folks chatter about the symbolism.

Craving for his mentality to sail me into an ocean of inspiration.

I lack.

Its ironic what I speak is spoken to those other than me.

His eyes reach to align with mine as we make stars together.

Setting the sky to forever be there at each perfect moment we share.

Our feeling is eternal.

Our love is undeniable.

Our fate is uncontrollable.

Being everything I've dreamed about and more,

Consistently I'll rest my heart in your hands only for you to care for it.

I glide and I stride, raising my head up high

showing man everything I hold inside.

I'm bringing you closer to tear you further away.

I hate that I'm loving you so badly.

You're my addiction.