THE HABAIT OF YOU
We met, we talked, a bond took shape,
Feelings grew at a gentle pace.
Then love began, so soft, so deep,
His voice, the song my heart repeats.
Love turned to need like air & light,
A name I whisper every night.
& slowly, need started running through my veins,
Habit carved in joy & pain.
Some habits heal, & some leave a scar,
Some stay with us, though they are far.
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