i try to imagine
what it's like to sleep with a healed heart,
i try to find the freedom in sweet words
i'm still hiding beneath the fear of hurt
i doubt every second of trust
i just call it lust
but indeed i long to read/hear ur thoughts
and in my anxiety i start to shake
i tingle and quiver with each line you make
staring at your picture
is like heaven again
every moment, every second
every minute of everyday
my head like a balloon
you keep blowing away
i think you're cute
dream of your voice
it's like the melody of a flute
maybe its love, maybe its lust
but all i know is, for u,
i can never cease to hunger...
Fimisola-Samuel
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