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.