The last meal
I'm thinking about her
Often it seems
What is she doing
What is her routine

My mind shifts to her
So many times
When will I see
How lovely she shines

My head strays to her
Quick like a habit
Just like nicotine
And I crave to have it

Pounding like music
She is the beat
Slow like a love song
That's played on repeat

Photos that resonate
Within my retina
Beauty is captured
Like a movie cinema

Images I savour
Just like a last meal
If she were the dish
I'd die happy before I'd keel
© Schizology

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