This frustration; Ventilation through veins which I feel pain.
Her temptation; inhalation of thoughts that seem insane.
Deprivation; These sensations that I cannot ignore.
Been down this road too many times || Still I. .|| Try to explore.
Her mind; So divine. Can I be more than a thought.
Too distraught; I think naught. Steal my love, but don’t get caught.
Raining down from the heavens; my words. . they mean to heal.
Does that mean we are all broken?