Pass me back the love now,
Let me take another hit.
Pour me out some lust now,
Drown my sorrows all in it.
An overdose of passion,
Let it paralyze my pain.
When the heartache boils over,
Let it spiral down the drain.
Shoot me up with fervor,
Let my fever rise within.
Breathe in the desire,
Let the ecstasy begin.
Give in to the craving,
It’s a high with no relief.
Succumbing to the longing,
Leads you on with new belief.
It’s a feeling that you’re yearning,
It’s a fever deep within.
Drenched with new desire,
Let the ecstasy begin.
Author notes
Just something I wrote up in Starbucks this afternoon after an interesting conversation about how love feels like a drug, or a strong drink - true love, or false love - either way.
Please tell me what you think
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this could eaisily be about the drug ecstasy also... which is what makes the piece so cool. i didnt even realise it was about love till the end. well done
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