This drug dealer is beyond par, always sending that pill of desire, being close to them sends me off to a star, creating flames in my heart always afire,
The doses they give large or small, enthralls my heart in sweet pain, I can never get enough I want it all, repairing those scars of hurt, they send me insane,
This narcotic does not make me die, my mind is spiralling there is no cure, all this passion is making me fly, inject me often as I want more and more,
Creating within me visions of loves colour, palpitating heart, throbbing veins, drawing me closer to be forever your lover, your loves drug has forever cured my pain.
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
When we fall in love it is truly an addictive drug that makes us do insane and sometimes wonderous things. Love is Addictive...be Warned.
Hi Stedan, find an even ground here hon.. Enjoy but remember, no person can take away our pain… cover it up, perhaps, but not take it away. Fortunately or unfortunately, that’s our responsibility
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find an even ground here hon.. Enjoy but remember,
no person can take away our pain… cover it up,
perhaps, but not take it away. Fortunately or
unfortunately, that’s our responsibility