Memories so fond and dear. My memory is only clear when you are there. You do not understand my love. Actually not even I do. You are like a drug to me. When you look at me, passion flows through my veins. Soft tender, sweet and pure. Rough, mind blowing and so confusing.
Never to know wheat emotion will hit next. With you there is all, love, hate and passion. Freely flowing, attracting and disengaging. Pushing and pulling on an invisible rope.
Which way we will go know one is know. A mystery that we are living. Minds unclear, a mist that fogs our senses. So until the sun rises where do I belong?
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