Bad Habit
I love you
But I hate you
One look from those eyes
I adore you
Still waitin for you..to
Step up
Own up
Confess up
All those things you fight off
Like that real pain
It falls like acid rain
That damn good pain
Put it on me again
Drop me to my knees boy
You know you like it
Stop actin so damn coy
Golden stares matched
Two souls locked and lactched
Diamond cut skin
The devils made his way in
Earth shaking looks
Touches, split seconds leaving us shook
All the odds are stacked
Got that real thang
Rare thang
Natural diaster causin kinda thing
Walkin away
Always in a circle
All exits lead back to me
That is certain
Copyright © Melissa Bates | Year Posted 2017
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