I feel obsessed, I just can’t get enough I sit and wait for your call, you said you would call. You promised.
Do you feel the same, we've known each other for such a short time, that it shouldn't feel like this. Needy, desperate. I need to know you’re OK. It’s an obsession, an unhealthy obsession.
I lay awake hoping you call; I need to hear your voice. Soft and deep, carrying me away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life, catapulting me in to a world of fantasy.
Your Hazel eyes, searching deeply inside me, hunting down the girl that hides, the girl that needs to be free, free from judgment. Please find me.
I need you.
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