Dear YOU,
8/8/22
YOU
Dear YOU,
8/5/22
Song of the day
Your Love - KESHA
Your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
Or maybe just need some sleep
I got a sick obsession
I'm seein' it in my dreams
I'm makin' those desperate calls
I'm stayin' up all night hopin'
Hittin' my head against the wall
I think about it all the time
I'm all strung out, my heart is fried
I just can't get you off my mind
Your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
I said your love, your love
Your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
Momma's tellin' me I should think twice
But left to my own devices
I'm addicted, it's a crisis
My judgment's gettin' kinda hazy
My status is gonna be affected
If I keep it up like a lovesick crack-head
I think about it all the time (all the time)
I'm all strung out, my heart is fried
I just can't get you off my mind
Your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
I said your love, your love
Your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
The rush is worth the price I pay
I get so high when you're with me
But crash and crave you when you leave
Do you wanna have a slumber party in my basement?
Do I make your heart beat like an 808 drum?
Is my love
Your drug
Huh your drug
Huh your drug
Huh your drug
Is my love your drug? (what you got boy)
Your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
I said your love, your love
Your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
Your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
I said your love, your love
Your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
So...
Your love, your love
Your love, your love...
Your love, your love, your love
8/3/22
Euphoria
Well, what was that all about?
I just wanted a friend who has
The same wavelengths as I have.
I have been adjusting, fussing, and missing someone
Who can at least understand the level of my thoughts?
Welcome to the sandpit, miss.
Cherished every moment,
For these do not come often.
As I looked her in the eyes.
I cannot be, drowning in a pool of emotions.
I kept floating, feeling intoxicated.
Familiarizing the feelings I try to hide.
Suddenly, Euphoria filled my lungs,
Shrugged my fondness towards her.
I was satiated, nervous. The more I doubt, the more
I realize she will leave me ravenous, and craving.
Now reality sinks in
Separated by thousand miles.
I’m not hers, & definitely, she’s not mine.
I am not her even her first, second, or third.
Yet what would I do to have another day with her?
Another day to pretend she is mine and I am hers.
Cause It felt better than coffee or tea in the morning.
Such a wakeful unrequited love.