You erode my thoughts like
battery acid to an engine.
Thinking about is like
oxygen deprivation,
I'm suffocating on my desire
to be with you.
You play traffic in my mind--
at green I go
at yellow I slow down
at red my heart stops,
come to a complete halt.
If madness drove Vincent van Gogh
to cut off his ear
I wonder what extreme infatuation
will cause me to do?
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
You erode my thoughts like
battery acid to an engine.
Thinking about is like
oxygen deprivation,
I'm suffocating on my desire
to be with you.
You play traffic in my mind--
at green I go
at yellow I slow down
at red my heart stops,
come to a complete halt.
If madness drove Vincent van Gogh
to cut off his ear
I wonder what extreme infatuation
will cause me to do?
