There was some magic in those days,
things were so different.
I miss our oxytocin.
You were the only reason for a spike in my serotonin.
You were my parasympathetic nervous system.
You were the THC that hijacked my cannabinoid receptors.
You were the object of my norepinephrine.
Your message, call, or thought was a kick of dopamine.
You were my endorphins in pain,
You were my adrenaline in gain.
My cortisol levels got a sudden shift,
the sympathetic nervous system is all I am left with.
Without you my pineal gland refuses Melatonin.
I keep getting bipolar's mood swings.
You snatched all my good neurotransmitters
& now I am in a state of withdrawal.
Without you,
I am heartbroken & depressed,
with a brain unable to rest.
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Wisdom of an Old Soul
Poetry"I bleed words through the scars of emotions, I take those and turn them into poetic notions" Whenever I go through emotional roller coasters, words are always there for my heart's rescue. I believe whatever I have expressed in my Poems and Thoughts...
