I’m rushing for you to say I’m too much.
That way every thought of me will have you rushing to wonder why
That rush isn’t fast. It’s eloped. It’s cyclical.
It’s the eyes that stare and wonder why you are made like something I can’t get rid of
Made like things people rush for
Love and lust can only be seperated when used responsibly
Use us up until your mistake becomes me
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 12:12 AM UTC
I’m rushing for you to say I’m too much.
That way every thought of me will have you rushing to wonder why
That rush isn’t fast. It’s eloped. It’s cyclical.
It’s the eyes that stare and wonder why you are made like something I can’t get rid of
Made like things people rush for
Love and lust can only be seperated when used responsibly
Use us up until your mistake becomes me
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