It's the high we all crave,
That feeling in our chest,
The spinning in our heads,
That's what love does to us.
It's what you did to me.
Your fingers were tangled in my hair,
Didn't you know you already had my heart,
Didn't you know what you meant to me?
That was my high,
The nectar of your potential love,
You were my poison,
The sweetest poison.
I became intoxicated by the taste of your lips,
Comforted by the warmth of your skin,
And high on the sound of your heartbeat.
You are my drug.
I've tasted the nectar of your love,
You've made me an addict.
-j.d.r
YOU ARE READING
-miles per minute-
PoetryWriting has always been my escape from reality, this book is a compilation of random short poems etc. that I've written. Miles per minute, because i overthink, when that happens, my mind races "miles per minute".
