Poison

love is what i crave
it makes me a slave
to any girl that gives me that time
it should be a crime
i hate this feeling
it gets me kneeling on the floor
i just want to knock myself out
it makes me choke
beyond any doubt
its poison oak
i want to know what this is about
it makes me want to shout

by Delson Dez

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