Strange Addiction
I can tell where you are from the moon, and I can feel your frizzy hair rubbing against my chest from miles away. I know the spells your lips can cast on a girl, yet it didn't work on me. I don't Love you like everyone else.
I only know every curve and freckle on your body, I could tell you the number of eyelashes you have; It's 500 and 28 to be exact, plus the one that's always out of line.
But I don't Love you... at all
It's not like you're the only piece of art hanging on my walls, all though you do appear most.
I don't love you like everyone else; Maybe more? no. never.
You're just my strange addiction I keep running back to.