Obsequiously

As his fingers ran through her hair,
He felt that this would last forever,
The feeling of life being sweet and eriee,
The nostlagic thoughts of a love once held,
As his head reminisces on the after math,
It’s a Little pitiful that he’s stuck,
In a dream of forever, in serenity that never existed,
In love with the demons that slain him,
It’s not that he couldn’t move on,
He was just addicted to her,
Just like water and pills they were meant to be,
The prescription changed, so did the diagnosis,
How could he accept it, a new doctor wouldn’t do