I have an addiction To the touch of a skin so sweet A gentle reminder Of the hope that lingers in my heart Your gaze sets my chest on fire The flames licking the edges of my subconcious Enough to remind me of the subtle effects of something that used to be called love Prodding common sense with a notion of maybe this time Maybe this won't be the devastating blow the last broken heart had I have an addiction to the thing that makes me forget
Wrote this a while ago. Isn't true now, but it was then.