Not being allowed to touch him
Is complete torture
I'd rather just kiss him
Than have to pretend I don't want him
I've been fidgeting all day
I can't stop tapping my fingers
It feels like I want to scratch my skin
When he is not around
I'm coming down from a high
That's exactly what it feels like
He is a drug I've become addicted to
And it hurts that I can't be with him
The only thing that satiates the craving
Is his laugh, his smile, and his words
God, it's so hard not to be with him
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
