I am high on forgetting your kidding and smile,
You, a sonofabitch, must be getting the same,
You did have one eternal and one for a while, -
Maybe love, maybe passion or something to claim.
I am high on forbidden desire to touch you,
Hide the foxiest face on my shivering chest…
Whisper plenty of words with no feelings attached… Yet
Our babel was murky, but were we obsessed?
I am high on forgiving adventurous heaven
For delirious thoughts occupying my brain,
For that tricky coincidence, fake of endeavor,
For the fact that we were, which is bane in my vein.
Flying low is higher than innocent patterns, -
Cloud nine would be fabulous, only it’s banned,
In this world that’s too frosty for serious matters
Were you high for a second?.. If “yep”, - wave your hand...
High
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