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Addicted to your morphine (slightly altered version) (message to a non friend)
I've been noticing you
for a long, long time,
but i chose this day
to finally speak,
cause for so long
i've prayed, and hoped
for you to speak first,
but I could no longer wait
cause there are things,
that I need to
confess off my mind,
and my confession is that,
i've been on your page
lurking
more times than I should,
and I know you would prefer me to speak,
but to be honest,
the only reason I come,
is because your eyes
give me something I need,
and it kills any chances
of speaking,
cause it gets too good,
this whole confession
feels awkward
cause on your page
it shows who viewed
you the most,
so i'm kind of sure
you've already been
noticing me as number one
on your list,
and if you have,
you probably think it's rude
that I don't speak,
but constantly exist,
if you have noticed me
please don't think
i'm a stalker,
or some weirdo,
who's keeping
track of your page,
or that i'm someone
trying to be your man,
and get you engaged,
of course that would
make sense,
and could easily be true,
but there's a more
legitimate reason
for you I pursue,
you see,
the doctor said i'm sick,
and i'm dying,
and the only hope
is to look at you,
he said my prescription
is to glance at you
atleast twice a day,
he said there's
no guarantee I will survive,
but your eyes
will temporarly
relieve the pain away,
he said there's
something about your eyes,
that does magic for
the soul,
he said they're one of
a kind,
hard to find on the globe,
very rare precious gems,
he calls them bright
chemo diamonds,
and says they're only
made for my sickness
and shouldn't be starred at
for too long,
he said 2 glances
twice a day,
should be enough,
but the problem is,
stopping at 2 glances,
is just too tough,
so i've been coming back
for more,
over and over again,
for so long now
you've been numbing
my pain my friend,
and it feels good,
so good
that at one point
I even thought
there was hope
that I could live again,
but even though
you make me feel good,
I knew when I was first
prescribed your medicine
my life would inevitably end,
because the beauty of your eyes
makes it too easy
to go beyond
the prescribed glances,
and become entranced in,
and for some time now
i've been entranced in,
I want you to make
me live,
but it's inevitable now
that i'm going to die,
but don't get sad,
and delete all of your
pictures,
and then start to cry,
cause i'm addicted
to your morhphine
so this is a happy goodbye
Jason lamorris rivers Copyright ©2012
for a long, long time,
but i chose this day
to finally speak,
cause for so long
i've prayed, and hoped
for you to speak first,
but I could no longer wait
cause there are things,
that I need to
confess off my mind,
and my confession is that,
i've been on your page
lurking
more times than I should,
and I know you would prefer me to speak,
but to be honest,
the only reason I come,
is because your eyes
give me something I need,
and it kills any chances
of speaking,
cause it gets too good,
this whole confession
feels awkward
cause on your page
it shows who viewed
you the most,
so i'm kind of sure
you've already been
noticing me as number one
on your list,
and if you have,
you probably think it's rude
that I don't speak,
but constantly exist,
if you have noticed me
please don't think
i'm a stalker,
or some weirdo,
who's keeping
track of your page,
or that i'm someone
trying to be your man,
and get you engaged,
of course that would
make sense,
and could easily be true,
but there's a more
legitimate reason
for you I pursue,
you see,
the doctor said i'm sick,
and i'm dying,
and the only hope
is to look at you,
he said my prescription
is to glance at you
atleast twice a day,
he said there's
no guarantee I will survive,
but your eyes
will temporarly
relieve the pain away,
he said there's
something about your eyes,
that does magic for
the soul,
he said they're one of
a kind,
hard to find on the globe,
very rare precious gems,
he calls them bright
chemo diamonds,
and says they're only
made for my sickness
and shouldn't be starred at
for too long,
he said 2 glances
twice a day,
should be enough,
but the problem is,
stopping at 2 glances,
is just too tough,
so i've been coming back
for more,
over and over again,
for so long now
you've been numbing
my pain my friend,
and it feels good,
so good
that at one point
I even thought
there was hope
that I could live again,
but even though
you make me feel good,
I knew when I was first
prescribed your medicine
my life would inevitably end,
because the beauty of your eyes
makes it too easy
to go beyond
the prescribed glances,
and become entranced in,
and for some time now
i've been entranced in,
I want you to make
me live,
but it's inevitable now
that i'm going to die,
but don't get sad,
and delete all of your
pictures,
and then start to cry,
cause i'm addicted
to your morhphine
so this is a happy goodbye
Jason lamorris rivers Copyright ©2012
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Addicted to your morphine (slightly altered version) (message to a non friend)
Addicted to your morphine (slightly altered version) (message to a non friend)
