Infatuation Is A Cruel Beast
She stalks the edges of my mind,
Hiding in the corners of my subconscious.
She waits for a moment of weakness.
Then she strikes.
She stalks the edges of my mind,
Hiding in the corners of my subconscious.
She waits for a moment of weakness.
Then she strikes.
“Amateurs look for inspiration. The rest of us just get up and go to work.”