youre a disease i can never stop,
makes me cry every night
feels like butterflies in my stomach
and shakes my heart apart
though it hurts i still want it
like candy.. on an aching tooth..
youre my ameoba.. the one i nurse
get over on it
try to shake away the feeling..
and throw you out of my system,
only to get you on my lips… to suffer a kiss
and alas i die..i wish you’d be by my side
to be the one ill be sick with tonight..
BY: hector, TAZI, and ¼Achilles
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