My Addiction

Society sees you differant,
a dangerous criminal,
a lost cause,
but I choose to stand and give you applause.

You're my affliction,
my addiction,
my heart and my soul.
Everything from the way you walk,
to the way you talk,
to the way you wear your jeans.

You haunt my dreams,
unbelievable it seems,
but I've become a fiend,
for my thug,
for my lover,
the reason why my heart recovered.

You're my affliction,
my addiction,
my shelter from the pain.
My knees grow weak,
when you start to speak,
with your urban but educated tongue.
It's just begun but I think I'm sprung,
and I think I'm so in love,
with my thug,
with my savior,
with my angel from above.