I look at her and see poetry, Nay, I see forever. Her words are therapy, Her voice silences my demons, She softens me. I’m blinded; she’s all I can see. My drug of choice, Not the kind you’d die of, But the kind you’d kill for. The sun to my night, Her eyes are beautiful; On a night full of stars, They’re all I can see. Her light eclipses mine, With just enough kinks, She turns the atmosphere erotic. I want to do her deep, Just like street art does. #Love Crawling in my mind
