Yes, I am obsessed with you...
But your answer is still dew..
Locked inside your head,
Hearing the footsteps,
You feel ecstatic, yet you feel blue.
It's an addiction, you were brought to.
This obsession is killing my self.
It haunts me all through the night.
Who would have thought,
That loving you would do this to me?
The blend of truth and lie
I want to peek in and pry
Engrossed into the evil within your heart
Now, only death could do us apart
YOU ARE READING
best of me❤
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