Love is a hard drug.
It leaves me strung out,
with it's ups and downs.
Exhausted, but still wanting more.
It makes me laugh,
makes me cry.
It has me hazy, dazy
and I'll make poor choices.
You're like ******...
I want you inside me even if it hurts.
I'll give you my home, my money,
all my time.
I'll do anything for love.
I'll get naked and give my all.
I'm addicted to your love.

I am a little rat
To make you  
       Out of the trap
With the teeth of
                  Reasons
With energy of facts !

I am little but
               Crazy
To make you out
               Of dazy
Only make me sure
You believe me or
                         Nor !!

Dear ! you cry
I don't know why
Because i give you
Reasons to be happy
     My ways
To make you out
Of the prison of
                 Grief
And life's mazes !!

Wings of hope
To elevate your confidence
                                       High
To change your rage
Into the stubborness of win
Heart with strong will
To fly in the free sky !!!

I am feeling the cave walls for clues in the dark,
Wondering how anyone can do this alone
When I see You:
White hot phantasmagoric spark
Seared into the eye behind my forehead.
(Meeting you makes a noise.)
and we’re off to the races. It’s love at first flash.

You’re a hazy dazy vision,
Pink clouds fuzzy around the edges
Until I wake up plunging, cold wet dripping shocked right out of Technicolor.

How many times have I had this dream?

How many times have we danced to this song,
you and I?
Since you know the steps.

How many sounds does my heart make when it breaks?
Shatters, crashes, crunches, chimes?
Has it ever been like a violin, like a foghorn, like music?
Does it always hurt this loud?

How many lives have we passed each other in like strangers at a train station?
How many places have I run into you, once, and never forgotten your face?
Where I can’t make out what you were wearing but I’ll always remember how you made me feel?

Let me ask you this.
When you grabbed my hand at the movies,
Was it the first time?
Or was it a choice you made eons ago,
When we were wolves sleeping in caves?

We aren’t soulmates.

You are my soul’s opponent hue,
and I cross my eyes to show myself imaginary colors.

It isn’t your fault that I’m falling in love
and falling
and falling
and waking up with a head rush.

You’re not my twin flame.
I just wish you were,
every time