Creature of Habit
I did not find you,
I tumbled into a gold mine,
Banging and bungling against rocks,
Reaching the ground all bruised and battered.
You are 132 in one,
I can make it without you,
Needing no other to make me,
See that time, that passion, that pain,
That laughter has made me Creature of habit.
You turn years to days,
Tattoo my wishful wounds,
From that need to be loved,
I found each different one in you,
And you make me creature of habit.
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