My brain has gone to sleep Into it after, her love words, she did sweep I relish this deeply supercharged coma After taking an overdose of her love aroma This beauty sleep is every lover’s dream Nothing can make me conscious but your love dream
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
True Love is intoxicating, a beloved is needed to make you move on.
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