Good Therapy


My every thought takes me forward and back

The pain of the past, trepidation in the future

It is what makes the now disappear

The philosophies, to grab the cognitive

To psychoanalyse, to pray. To hope

Just to know it will be alright

Round and round I can go desperate to grab

my pills, to be without them

I desperately need to open my eyes again

to see you

your beautiful hair and eyes

To reach the heights of ecstasy just

one more time

A climax like never before,

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