In the depths of my heart, a love did brew,
Like a drug, addictive, intoxicatingly true.
His words, a soothing balm to my restless soul,
In his chats and calls, my broken pieces find a whole.
Each day, I wait with bated breath,
For his messages, like a dance of life and death.
His presence, a drug, a cure for my strife,
In his absence, I yearn for the essence of life.
A prisoner of love, in this delulu maze,
I find solace in his captivating gaze.
Like a drug, he's the remedy to my lonely plight,
In his whispers, I find solace in the night.
So I wait, like a patient for his healing touch,
In this addiction, I find my heart's crutch.
For he's the drug that I willingly consume,
In this crazy delulu life, he's my sweet perfume
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"Whispers of the Heart: A Symphony of Mixed Emotions"
Poetrypoem of nonstop emotions that you are going to relate
