I tell myself that I got over you and that I don't love you anymore but yet when I see you smile, I feel like I am on high? Why do I crave you more knowing you are out of reach? When you hold me I feel at home. God how loving you is gonna be the death of me. You got me feeling like I'm on drugs.
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PoetryHello, I don't write to inform you or to show you my life story. I write to show that you can move on from the past and let go. The only way you can move on it is to forgive yourself and the people who have hurt your soul. I write for the damaged, t...
