Look at me from your window,
But don' t talk to me.
I'll follow you closely,
But will never lay a hand upon you.
I trust you through the passion,
In your eyes,
It's not like I look…
It's just…
Hell…you're my drug.
I take it in slowly wanting more
Too soon.
It doesn't help when you
Want me.
Never plunge a used needle,
But you're too good,
To have to wait,
To come clean
A high so pure…
almost innocent,
Feel nothing,
But shadowy palms,
Pressed so deep.
Hear only a whisper,
Beautiful words lost,
In my empty mind..
Take yourself away,
Leave before I want you,
Again.