This New Feeling

Itchy fingers across my skin,
My eyes hunger his lustful grin.
For now I bare no more a torn heart,
I patiently wait his lips of art.

His personality entwines with mine,
Yet his habits just won't die.
An eye for an eye; Oh! dear where are you?
For I breathe no longer, unless with you.

Reality bites not once, but twice,
Feeling as though as cold as ice.
My love is new; For you, don't know yet.
However, I'm not making a habit, but a bet.

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