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Jan 2016
As a addict with a pen,
who's addicted to the wind...
The waves mean nothing to me.*
But know this i'm addicted to you
I have tasted your mind
and I cannot forget its flavor.
The first time I kissed you,
I was hooked.
Addicted to you.
I could never love anyone
the way I loved you.
You are my sugar rush,
my ******* bliss,
my illegal high,
my perfect kiss.
I will wait for you,
because I don't want anyone else.
Title inspired by Twenty-One Pilots  @falenacon.blogspot.com
Bunhead17
Written by
Bunhead17  Missouri
(Missouri)   
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