I met her years ago,
I always thought she was beautiful.
Several years have passed, I see her again,
the image of her seemed to last.
Strong is our connection,
I can’t get enough of that addiction.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say we’re in love.
She’s always on my mind, she’s my drug.
It’s what keeps me from dying.
If I said I wasn’t addicted to her, I’d be lying.
She is my only true love,
and sole reason I’m even trying.
I live for her, and she lives for me.
I’m addicted.
It’s where I need to be.
Dustin
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