How come when I see you're face it's looking away? Now a photograph blanketed across each fissure of my brain. Every movement you make has a trace. I'm starting to hallucinate. How come when we meet I am your enemy? Is it unpermittable to see a dimple on your cheek? You're back again. I'm starting to pretend. How can you not see your aura as it moves me? Of course I am intoxicated by beauty. You and I are different in such respects. I'm starting to reflect. How come every time we brush you love me? Just enough to crush me. Time to end what I have wrought Goodbye love, I'm all I've got.
