You're weed. I'm a junkie.

I love the way you gaze at me,
the idea that you are all that I need,
that sudden fire burning within.
Such beautiful uncertainty,
such uncertainty so beautifully.

Each day passes by; gently; slowly
Time was never enough with you
Every single moment I yearn for you;
die for you; live for you.
What is this funny feeling I'm experiencing?
That- that high for
You.

Let's not talk about the past you said,
what matters is now.
For we are all built upon our past
but building for the future.

I can't stop wondering if it's true.
That we have met before, heard before, seen before.
A moment face to face, in the passing crowd,
books dropping at school, or even
a I'm sorry perhaps?

You love the way my expression changed;
upon your soft embrace, the touch like none others
I;
die every single time in your touch,
And when I do, I want your hands on my eyes,
your hair over my face,
because
there's no aroma and ecstasy feeling like yours.



Note: Now, that's a whole new way of saying it. I'm so addicted. Hope you like the new style.