tell me, how long will it take for my imminent demise?
truthfully, my path gets a little bit skewed when you hit me with those eyes.
go ahead, tell me, how long will it take for my pressing doom?
my heart skips a beat when you enter the room.
if love is the death of reason, then what can i say?
i die a little bit more every single day.
you've killed off my reason.
you're the voice in my head.
if love is the death of reason,
i'd adore to be brain dead.
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musings of a flighty teenager
Poetrya bunch of poetry about feelings and unjust situations
