getting over you is like taking a clariten, it only lasts 24 hours, and then the symptoms of my illness come back as the drugs begin to fade. I wouldn't say your an allergy, but your certainly a persistent ache in my heart that never seams to find its way out. I suppose its my fault for giving in to such delusions and insecurities, but the aura that is you certainly doesn't help to dissuade my attraction. Maybe we'll never be, like its meant to be, like I'm me, and you are she, but who the fuck knows, rhymes only go so far to express anything at all, drawings and paintings go deeper still but nothing brings my desire to fulfill.
