It hurts whenever you don't look at me,
A face to the name,
Tamyka Bell
But moreso when you do.
Like burnt sugar
You scorch me and cut me,
But you taste so sweet
That still I want more.
Just acting the part
And waiting until evening falls,
Before you still my heart.
18 September, 2004
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