Love is a sicknessSlipping? No, not the right word
Stumbling? Not that either.Falling? Maybe
. I'm falling farther into your grasp?Yeah.I'm falling in love with you.I can tell.I hang on each word you say.As if you own me, I do every request.I catch my self glancing at you without meaning.But, you're also falling,But not in love with me,But with her.You have the same symptoms as me.An endless feeling off falling,An uncontrollable need to touch,Craving of lips.There is only one cure,Yours is just a step away,But mine is slowly fading away,No what the cure is?The one you love.
InstinctInstinctObliviously you're the part of me that lets me be
me.But you abuse your power, you crush my world,You let my hand slip, let my fall into the fire,But you grasped hers tight.You dropped me into the hell of jealously,The feeling of a piece of me dying when I see you with her,I can see in your eyes, such love,But when I look into hers I see no attraction.She will hurt you, you are fragile,I can see, she will break you, you will scatter.I will be their to pick up your pieces,And mend your broken soul.No one mended my soul when it was broken,So why should I patch yours?I don't have an answer,Just an instinct.