The Lust of You

I never meant to be a poet    
to have all these feelings    
have people worship my opinion    
as I lay flat on the altar of death    
   
I drank too much    
and I thank too much    
and the babbling is bloody insane    
   
the drinking was the better    
even if it ended with me falling down    
and I've done my fair share of falling    
   
even if most of it was for little ol' you    
            
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I still sip your stories stored    
in this never ending whirlwind    
of a brain of mine    
and i dream and i drink    
   
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I won't learn and these words won't turn    
any pebbles to gold    
but still i crave    
those lips pestering mine    
praying to get high on the lust    
that is you