I love you a lot more than I should.
Ive up’ed the dosage times three,
only because you manage to cater to me,
Myself and I.
I miss you when you’re away
My personal thoughts are narrated in your voice,
You’ve trapped my heart and I have no choice,
But to serve you.
You’re the most dangerous creature I’ve ever met
Just one word can kill me,
Just one stroke and I’m profusely,
Chanting your name like you’re creator of all things.
But you’re not.
You’ve just created a disciple.
One of many.
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