MAD GAME
|03•17•2020|
I was drawn helplessly into your flame,
A dame in peril, enticed by your air.
Trapped with others to play this wretched game,
Racing to taste your affection that's rare.
To embrace your fingers with mine is gold,
Cannot contain such joy when you're so close.
Even if your atmosphere's freezing cold,
I still go on for you're my daily dose.
To be in your atmosphere's ecstasy,
To feel this madness for you is just grand,
Yet you don't feel the same, such a pity,
Now I'm left losing this game where I stand.
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