I feel confused you know, I must be delusional, because the thought of losing you is driving me crazy yo, I'm being patient, but I'm becoming impatient, if I don't have you soon I will become a mental patient, this is frustration, I'm feeling sick again, you're the rarest form of medication, I to see this doctor, please provide me with a prescription, I need to be healed from this sickness, you're my weakness, my addiction, I've came to conclusion, yes I am addict to this drug called LOVE, without you I twitch, and my veins start to itch, I'm losing it ****, but I realize that prayer, patient and working on MYSELF, is the KEY to unlock this treasure chest, I have to trust in GOD, only then will LOVE FIND ME!
BY Chris Exton