Infection

by Wasted Fake Smiles   Apr 30, 2006


You're my infection, you intoxicate me,
All I do, is think of you, you're all I see.
You control my thoughts, my actions,
You make my mind go to fractions.
Why do you torture my soul?
You have made a big hole.
You're my infection, you're my life,
You cut through me like I'm butter, and you a knife.
You infect my every move,
This I would be willing to prove.
You're my everything, my sun my moon,
For you're infection, I'm not immune.
My infection.

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  • 18 years ago

    by lost_laureate

    I like the way you compared your lover to an infection it worked really well particularly the last lines. This bit was a bit sticky:

    "
    You cut through me like I'm butter, and you a knife."

    Tipped the flow a bit maybe rephrase/ shorten it....apart from that this rawked....

    [lostlaureate - come find me]

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