He plays with his words as much as he plays with his actions,
I test my senses, all of which have failed,
To surrender is my only reaction.
The scent of his white collar,
It blocks my nose that smells no danger,
The murmur of his mumbles,
It deafens me from disaster,
The touch of his hand,
It tempts my desire,
The lips that are meant to lock mine,
It makes me want to starve forever.
There is but one sense he's not taken from me,
I see, I see, I see,
I see the lies beyond his truth,
I see the moves that deceive my youth,
I see the shenanigans he try to avoid,
I see the conspiracy with himself,
I see the confusion of his mind,
I see the man that becomes a child.
But my sight too he does not spare,
For when I see, I see, I see,
I see into his eyes,
All that I have seen gets misty into disguise,
There is nothing left for me,
I'm blinded by the light,
The love that sees nothing,
But perfection despite he being a blight.
Alas, he's taken it all away from me,
He's crippled me with his plan,
To seek the love of the impossible he,
I must be pretty mad, I must be horribly mad,
Either or over this man.
SENSELESS IN LOVE

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