FOR EVERY 99 TIMES

why do you search
for me in every woman
you find? is it the way
my lips stay a swollen
mess after you pause our
kiss to say how much you
love me? or the rosiness
of my cheeks which in return
hurt to smile as you hold my hand?
can you call me one last time
to make sure I'm not living
in a twisted nightmare?
can you hold me to remind me
of all the memories that won't
ever fade away?
I will always remain your woman,
yours, yours, from my eyes
to my very sinful soul.
stop searching, stop pushing me
away, stop making me high,
stop the madness.
your love is so fucking strong
like an lsd pill in the seventies,
I've got a laugh that could make any
man fall into their knees and love,
a smile so bright that the moon
is jealous of my shine, a hug so
forgiving all come to hide in it.
so why would you search for me
in every woman?

love is love