Voìla
Many nights
Long summer
Short days
I stared through the rim of my coffee glass with a croissant in my hand
You dimmed the lights
Yet you glow like the moon
I’m tempted to tell you my secrets
To tell you how obsessed you make me feel
How unhealthy
I want to touch your pretty face
I really do
But your embrace pulls me away from my demons
But without you near
They consume me
And I rather be consumed by them than you
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