It Doesn't Take Much
You're poison...
just one thought of the slightest touch
seeps through my skin and flows through my veins
All the way into my brain, jumbling up what's left of my mind
You walk by and my eyes wander
You stand near and when you're gone
I wish you stayed longer
It's too easy, nerve wrecking, and good
Falling for you should be a crime
An act of insanity
Lock me up and put me in a padded room
Because my love symptoms for you will only grow stronger
Even though I know your absence will only grow longer
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