Ampheta’mine

Give me a piece of you-
of your perfect self
grab my hand, swing me
put a slipknot in my neck;
Take me there
at your perfect place
give me peace, give me love
let me feel your grace;
Give me those red eyes
and what comes with them
I want to feel immortal-
be immortal, 
strike the earth
and love you again;
I want to stand in the center
even though I’m afraid
as you take your time
your slow swim
on my blood, inside my veins…

But, I don’t care,
I don’t care at all,
you can have every piece of me
and do, my every part!
Just please come;
do not let me wait
please come, and be mine-
be mine…
my, ampheta’mine.

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