Lust baby

You are not the one for me
You are not the one I need
You’re a story finished, done
With moral stated clearly
Tattooed on my heart
But it’s a tale I cant forget
Although its tinged with some regret
Your kiss familiar
Your scent nostalgic
Yes it’s a little unromantic
To admit I miss something
I don’t really even want
Because every script it has a dark side
And your mine
The cherry withered on the stem so long ago
The dust it blows on empty corridors
On fated floors
Of hope
And you’re a gap I cannot plug
And you’re a cable come undone
And your something I cant run from
I crave your subtle silent drug
I’m not brave enough
To stand this one alone