I looked at your pictures on my wall,
Your paintings on my skin,
I sighed knowing you had it all,
I know my passions taken as a sin,
Your scent flames my candles,
And my hair falls like yours last summer,
I dream of feeling one of your flannels,
In the race for your gaze,I’m front runner,
My thoughts are consumed,
Finding ways for you to notice me,
I don’t think I’ve ever swooned,
Over someone who...