Fucking Writer’s Block

The rush, the crave

You keep me intact

The irony I know

Is that you also undo me

~

I cried myself to sleep

It just wasn’t the same

The love was still there

But nothing else remained

~
You can’t be duplicated

You keep me sane

The thought of it

The feel of it

I have no shame

~
With just one good kiss

My skin would glow

And with one good fuck

The words would flow

-VSN

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