Addicted

I am not crying,
I am not dying,
your love is not all,
Not ready yet to fall,

It is not a fashion,
It is not an obsession.

seconds and minutes so few,
seem like restless seasons,
Heart begin to sway,
towards your way,

My soul splits into two,
War begins of alter ego,

Anticipation seem to grow,
Heart again takes a bow,

Go back to keep in touch,
Addicted, gasp for the clutch.