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A Little Something

It’s all I hear about.
I’m so sick of it.
Going crazy…
Can’t find it
But I can’t run from it.
It’s like a shadow, always there
Just outta my reach.
Here it comes again,
So dangerously beautiful,
A little something called love.

I long to talk about
Something else
For fear I’ll go insane.
It’s all that’s on my mind
Anyone else ready for
Something new?
You too?
Here it comes again,
So dangerously beautiful,
A little something called love.

It’s not that I don’t want
Some of this delicious poison.
My wanting is so intense,
It’s startling,
A great, gaping need.
But I need the right kind,
Pure innocence.
Here it comes again
And again and again
So dangerously beautiful,
So intriguing, enticing

A little something called,
A sickly sweet little thing,
A thing called…


Love…



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