An obsession that takes control
Of a beating heart, of a happy soul
Turning it into shreds
The sweetest slow poison
Slowly, painfully draining the life
Most dangerous drug
Ruining everything that was once good
Tried to find the heart buried beneath you
Spoiled my own in the process
with a wound that time can never heal
Always believed in the good in you
Learned it the hard way
Not everyone has something good in them
some are rotten to the very core
You were my addiction
Now the fire has burned out
The addict is now a handful of ash.
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The language of heart<3
PoetryThis is just a collection of random poems ,some random thoughts.
