She was my drug, sweet and cruel,
A high that lifted yet made me a fool.
In shadows deep, I lost my way,
Chasing her light, I drifted away.
She was my drug, and I, the addict,
Begging for love, feeling so frantic.
Each silent night, my heart would plead,
But her absence grew, a haunting need.
She was my drug, a spark in the dark,
While I scrolled through memories, feeling stark.
Her smile lit up another's day,
As I drowned in sorrow, lost in dismay.
She was my drug, a poison I craved,
For years I wandered, emotionally enslaved.
In a world so bright, I felt so loud,
Yet wrapped in my pain, I wore a shroud.
She was my drug, but now I see,
That love can't thrive where pain must be.
I'll rise again, though scars remain,
To find my strength and break this chain.
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talking to the Moon - that's Y I wrote iT.
PoesiaI share the words that have flowed from my heart over the years since my last publication. Although it's been a while, my pen never rested; I continued to write, capturing the essence of my experiences in verses that resonate with the soul. This col...
