Lines in the condensation on my shower door
Spell out the name of the one I long for...
Water trickles down, so much like the tears
That come when I give in to all my little fears...
Water streams down like the love within my heart;
The love I feel for you, together or apart...
The soap coats my skin, and gets that mushy feeling,
Much like the way I feel inside when your voice leaves me reeling...
The water washes over me, sweeping my skin clean.
Much unlike my mind, which runs amok with thoughts obscene...
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