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Lyrically,

You made love to me.

I allowed you to touch what others couldn’t see.

Lost in your wonderland, lyrically becoming your whore,

Feeling the love and pain of every line, until your bastard verse

I bore.

With every stroke of your hand, you filled the page.

Running away with your thoughts and we slowly disengaged.

Your love began to fade with every word you’d scribble.

Your touch changing, becoming more like a foreign riddle,

Your scribes no longer in love with me,

I simply became the whore you fukked lyrically.

Lost was the sensuous touch of your pen.

Still I returned hoping to feel it again.

It’s no longer writing in that warm and inviting blue.

It’s now cold and dark, much like you.

Still I love you and incessantly I plead.

I’m caged in your thoughts and desire to be freed.

Touch me with your nouns and adjectives.

Fukk me with your concept, I want to be your objective.

Fill me with your letters from A to Z

Don’t I mean more then a simple simile?

Caress me with your melody; penetrate me with your beat.

Your lyrics, your song once swept me off my feet.

Love me again with your rhythm, stroke me again real slow.

I don’t want to be your lyrical whore you’ll just fukk and let go.