Yeah I know he's dangerous,
But I can't help it.
The scar on my lip and the purple under his eye,
Are just a side effect of our love.
His demeanor is dark,
But a light in my eyes.
His touch is like a drug,
He's got me addicted.
His kiss is a rush,
A high I always wanna feel.
It's twelve at night and he's not home,
But I don't mind waking up in his arms the next morning.
There's crimson on his hands,
But its not like I haven't had my own share of sins.
He's deleterious,
But that doesn't change anything.
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The Implications Of Affection and Other Things
RandomHurt, love, loss, rush. Emotions is what makes us human. The heart and mind run us into unknown situations everyday. We all have that phase in life when we fall deeply madly into love, or suffer from heart break, fits of anger, rush of old memories...
