How come your words are like
Ink
On my skin?
I'm tattooed,
You're sinking in.
How come doubt is like
A freckle on my face?
I can't scrub it off I can't erase it.
I'm asking you what I gotta do to
Make you want to want me too.
How come you push when all I
Want is pull? Push me away when
You've had your fill. How come my
Dreams are plagued with your touch?
I just can't get enough.
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