I press you to my lips
I breathe you in
My sweet sweet addiction
Is what you are.
Your my drug.
My release.
I inhale the smoke.
Feeling it burn
My lungs.
I can't stop.
I don't want to.
Your my love.
My pain masked
Behind a smile.
I can't feel.
So I press you
Against my lips
Again.
My sweet addiction.
You have me wrapped around
Your tiny finger.
I breathe you in
And realize.
Your addicted to me to.
~Stormer
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My Little Poetry Book
PuisiHey guys, this if just a book of some of my poems. some of them are triggering because I'm a really fucked up person. haha... So don't say I didn't warn you...
