Guilty of Pleasure

It’s you again, oh me, oh my. I’m blinded by… Seeing nothing but an application of a relentless stupidity. Oh my heart, and its restless inquires. First glance, from a stolen photo, first syllables, on the phone… I’ve fallen before. But never in front of you. Revealed, unraveled, now I enjoy hearing the phone ring. I feel delivered some how, This is absurd? The coolest girl (Rizzo), turning into the band geek. I awake to thoughts of Life with your arms around me. It’s like I don’t have armor anymore. For my “amor”, makes me want to put down my sword. You seek the real part of me, you see through my lying. I feel you. In the air, my skin, you take oxygen from blood. A sweet smell of butter cinnamon and sugar. Memories loading reflections of you Into my mind, Why do I crave you so? I adore my obsession, my one guilty pleasure. Holy sin, locked away from mine eyes Just a window of opportunity is all I need, sacrificing and eating my morel fiber. Because you are the only healthy thing for me.