the vines

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I never thought I would find
Someone who makes me feel this way

I've been told what love is like
But I've never believed in it

I wouldn't say i'm in love-
Just a growing infatuation
Slowly consuming me,
into the vines of lust

It is unsustainable
To delay the inevitable

Man up, do what needs to be done.
Will it be bountiful,
or leave me in a drought.

Time will tell.
Fate will tell.
He will tell.

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