lonliness creeps
inside my veins,
sadness is like a
drug.you take a
shot.you take a
breath.and then you
just feel
numb.you used to cure my
cravings,
but now you're
just a ghost.the morphine settles in,
taking over the host.the doctors say i'm broken -
i need a miracle fix.but maybe,
i need some love -i'm just a crazy addict.
for i know it'll hurt me,
i'll always
crash and burn -it's a cynical cycle
i play.all it takes is that
syrupy sweet smile,calling for my name.
and when you're gone,
i'm low and blue
as can be.for love is a deadly drug -
and there is
no cure
for me.
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spicks & specks
Poetrythe memories we leave behind. the spicks and the specks of life.