Every once in a while,
Things get deep and heavy.
I wonder if you care more than you say,
Think more than you show,
And feel more than you let on.
Sometimes I hope so,
Because I'm barely feeling it.
I feel the power of lust and not much else.
I need more.
I'm begging you.
If it is there, use it.
I need it.
Because I can't be the only one hanging on,
And I'm sick of feeling like I'm bothering you.
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