Bad Religion

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What was it about you

that made me fall so hard

that I'm still struggling to get up?

What was it about you

that made me ignore a perfect sunset,

just to set my eyes on you?

Maybe it was the fact

that you smiled once every blue moon,

which made it so rare

and such a sight to behold.

Maybe it was your eyes, lifeless,

but nevertheless mysterious and alluring.

Maybe it was your mind

and how I was bewildered

and got lost in every thought.

Maybe it was your touch

and the way it sent shivers down my spine

and made me lose my self-control.

It doesn't mater though,

for you were my goddess

and I at your disposal,

worshiping the ground you walked on

and to have been in your presence

was a blessing like no other,

but ultimately it became a bad religion

and I fell from the heaven I once knew...

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