These past few day's, things seem a little different. All your movements are a tad bit distant.
Well, I can't really blame you because even I've got a role to play.
So, I brush everything off and tell myself it'll be okay.
You don't smile at me the way that you used to.
But I still watch you from afar while you sit there without a clue.
However, your kisses still feel like fire. Pushing me past the point of sanity, taking me higher and higher.
I know that soon, I'd have to get you out of my system.
But my stupid, stupid head won't listen.
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Cocaine kisses
ŞiirOnce upon a time, we shared our wicked blisses. But in the end, they were nothing but cocaine kisses. Highest ranking: #42 in poetry