It has me on the high
Eager for more when it's gone
Burning me up like a fever
Intoxicated to the liver
It is not love
Nor is it lust
Something more powerful
More dangerous
That sends a chilling thrill
Crawling down my spine
I know I shouldn't
Wisest if I wouldn't
Yet it calls my name
Luring me out
Pulling me in
Magnetic
It's mystery has me curious
Always wanting more
I know I'll burn out
But I burn without it
So it calls my name
Despite my efforts
I always reply him
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Beings
RandomCollection of poetry based on human strength and resilience #1 rhetoric #3 human beings #7 perseverance #11 perseverance
