My dose of medicine,
in my pocket every minute.
I need to refrain myself,
I bombard you with mysteries.
You're a dangerous chemical for my mind,
each thought multiplies.
But you're my important dose of medicine,
I need you so I can maintain.
Be with me always?
Be the blood rushing in my veins.
Be my daily dose of medicine.
I'll be yours.
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia
PoetryBehind every poem is a story too afraid to be told bluntly. . . . I intend to write to make you feel.
