Like a drug
Slowly ruining you bit by bit
Tearing your mind apart and making your eyes droop from restless sleep
But you can't stop.
Addiction. That is what everyone calls it.
That is what she is,
A drug.
Something that ruins me but I'm hooked all the same.
A packet of bad and addiction wrapped in a beautiful, innocent package.
One look, one word, can you stop? No.
Oh darling, it is called an addiction for a reason.
~ Evyn Gallant
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Beauty in Cursive
PoetryLetters form words, words form sentences, sentences form paragraphs and paragraphs write a story. Even the small things matter. Because without the small things in life that everyone forgets, what kind of story would we have? This book will be fi...
