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Sunday, January 11, 2009

Love Drunk

Right to my chest,
like moonshine and maple,
or moonlight through maples,
or moons in your eyes.

It blinds me completely,
this thought of you hurting
or simply me feeling,
it's what I despise.

So love is like moonshine,
it burns 'till you feel warm
and then leaves you tipsy
and out of your mind.

But I've found you perfect,
so girl let's get wasted,
I'll drink you completely
and we'll be just fine.