"addic" poems
I am there
in your bed
or we’re out on our bikes
and I’m there
in your mind
more often than you’d like
I’m addic
ted to you
and the things that you say
I just don’t
understand
How you make me feel this way
So baby
please just come
here, I’ll make you feel fine
because I
am all yours
and you are all mine.
Oct 6, 2010
Oct 6, 2010 at 12:11 PM UTC