A New Kind Of High
Love is a drug too,
It hurts like all the rest.
It’s a stranger thing,
Than anyone would have guessed.
At the beginning,
Everything is great.
But by the end,
Your heart fills with hate.
Falling in love,
It’s a new kind of high.
Sometimes I think,
That I’d rather die.
When I’m up late,
Just thinking.
My brain,
Seems like it’s shrinking.
It’s all because,
I was dumb enough.
Dumb enough to fall,
Not thinking it would be this tough.
But that’s how drugs are,
You never know.
And sometimes,
It’s so slow.
Love is a different kind of high,
One you’d never think of,
Or even imagine.
That’s why I don’t fall in love.
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Reflections
RandomMy words, reflections of my innermost thoughts and feelings, nothing is more personal than words telling the story in which I both fell apart and conquered some of my greatest fears and struggles in life.
