Infatuation

“Speak to me with words I can’t hear,
Move your lips so close I can’t see,
Grab my hands and don’t let me leave,
For we both know I will.

Drown me in promises and beautiful rhymes,
Amaze me with dreams and trips to paradise.
Tell me. Swear by your life that you won’t leave,
But don’t judge me if I can’t force myself to believe.

On a wild search for the right thing to say
You act like a hunter disguised as a lover.
Poisonous infatuation the one we hold,
It won’t take long before we can feel the cold.

Maybe we are too similar, you and I.
Looking for shelter in each other’s heart,
Starving to find a way to restart,
Too late, in vain, we say goodbye.”

Ana.

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