Unable to find the kind of word to describe the ways you stay on my mind
Hell, addicted may not be the right word
But maybe the word I’m trying to find hasn’t been heard
Shit, maybe the right word goes unheard because the gravity of such is just too much
Or maybe the right word goes unheard because the universe would touch the Earth’s curves
In search of you.
So maybe I’ll have to settle for a little word called love.
Because, baby, that’s something I am all of the time no matter the hype
Or the night
Or the right
Unheard of, but felt despite the inability to express
The ways in which thoughts of you intoxicate my soul.