I’m not sure what it is that makes me long for you when you’re not there.
Maybe it’s the softness of your skin or the smell of your long brown hair.
When we’re apart, something is always amiss
Until I can hold you in my arms and once again taste your sweet kiss.
When you’re away, I’m incomplete.
Like a man searching for drugs from a seller on the street.
It pains me to admit it, but it’s obvious and true.
I’m not only in love, I’m addicted to you.