The most powerful drug of all
Is the boy with the chocolate eyes
I only had a taste before he was gone
Leaving my heart to yearn and pine after him
His mind was like mountains and I have yet to reach the summit
And see the valleys and crevices of his soul
His voice, intoxicating
Pulling me in with every word
His calloused fingers,
Telling stories across my skin
His lips, tasting of strawberries
My favorite candy
I fell deeper and deeper
Until I was no more
Yes, I believe that the boy with chocolate eyes
May be my most dangerous addiction yet
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metanoia
Poetrymetanoia (n) a journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life. a collection of words that my soul sings
