It's an addiction,
just not to something in your veins
Instead you get addicted to
A smile
A laugh
A look upon his face
The high comes when you seen him and the low from when he's gone
No matter how short the time away
It always feels too long
It's worth it in the end though
They say that distance fondness grows
So when he comes around again
It's all the better I suppose
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Poetics and Musings
PoetryJust a place to keep some original poetry. Feel free to leave feedback, I always am looking for it
