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Hopelessly Lost
It's as if this love for her is an infectious disease
But I am still stubborn
To my heart's troublesome manners
Liquid bliss to my taste buds
I can only decay from the leak of her
I immerse myself daily in the thought of her
She is disgusted by my rage-full desires
Diligently I preserve my soul for her
I can only wish for her thoughts
And dream of her love's embrace
Countless hours of tears
As it rains upon my pillow
I swear, if it wasn't for this hopeless desire for her
I am hopelessly lost without her
Copyright ©
Tony Lampton
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