Transfear

I feel it coming and it’s not fair.

Your blue eyes and peppered hair.

They call is transference, I’m pretty sure

That awful attraction, that undeniable lure.

You listen to everything I say.

I know you have to , that’s why I pay.

I like to dream though, I often think

That into your arms, I might sink.

What would happen if we ever kissed?

It won’t. It can’t.

You’re my therapist.

(c) Slumpless

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