Throbbing
This sickness is throbbing me.
It's haunting.
And there's nothing
I can do about it.
The way I love you,
Is way more than you
Know.
There's this version I see,
Of you and me.
When you do things like that
And you touch hearts like that,
It's really causing me to see,
That I'm throbbing to see you.
You're the trap I want to
To fall into.
But, I want
This contagiousness to not ever go away.
I want to telly ou. And no hurt will hurt me.
This throbbing won't fade.
But...it won't haunt me.
Copyright © Kayla Johnson | Year Posted 2008
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