The Poems Of My Life

Your Static is My Electricity

I couldn't escape from this unexplainable high,

Pure ecstasy.

I feel the clichés are falling in on me.

The stars seem brighter,

The days seem faster.

Here in your overwhelming power,

Of this addictive love.

Oh how badly,

My instinct screams "Sprint from this",

Yet I want to breath,

In your air.

I need to feel your warmth,

Your static is my electricity.

I need your cliché,

For we are already one,

So far love has snatched us in its',

Destructive path.

How long will this high last?