I become addicted
To all that I do,
Whether it's reading,
Or smoking a few.
I fall in love
With all that I see,
Whether it's people,
Or rivers and trees.
Never a moment
In time passes by,
Whether it's crawling
Or whether it flies.
That I'm not addicted
To many or few
And I'm not in love
With all that you do.
Your words are a poem,
Your mind is a rhyme.
Your thoughts are a book,
Your voice holds the time.
Your heartbeat's a bassline,
Steady and clear,
Your strong arms rid me
Of worry or fear.
Your actions are something
That no one can predict.
Your lips are a drug,
And I am an addict.
