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Reoccuring Obsession

by living-whiskey

Login Log out Log in again I log into her profile And never log out its nights like these I wish we never met That we wouldn't have made plans That I wouldn't have fooled myself into thinking our future was set The mind might forgive but the heart finds it hard to forget Prolonged hope Minor problems magnified through a mental microscope Spiritual sessions on Sunday with Jewish rabbis Wrote a broken note to the biship who passed it on to the Pope If I can find a new spiritual dealer then maybe I can break away from these mad ties Holding ur hand in China,rainbows at our feet fire flies illuminating the black skies You were the provider of all my high The believer of all my lies N I could never quite stay away from all these thighs I guess you leaving me never did come as a surprise Cloud cover,I had to forget about sunny skies Blue lake of tears Let it all dry up and call it Salt Lake City Meet a nice girl in a summer dress give her a rose n tell her she looks pretty But cheat once she might show mercy do it again and she will show no pity Advice to your current coz if he aint care full he be floating on this boat with me Learning from his mistakes,hiding his face everytime he sees me I can't keep living like this Life is short, I need to live it in bliss You with a smile only a dead man can miss Holding on in the hopes of one last kiss I need a new addiction,cause stalking you is keeping me from the life that I am missing Can't let positivity escape my doubt.. No short cuts to happiness gotta take the longer route I've invested too much I've had enough I'm Login out But for how long A dirty addiction that is so strong A longing for love that is so wrong things to tell at my next therapy session My reoccuring obsession .
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Batswana
Published
Oct 9, 2012
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