a cloud above my head and a robbon on my wrist became and addiction,
then the sun came from behing the clouds and the ribbon was untied.
to get ober an addiction you need another,
but i never thought that it would be you,
now youre my sun and the hand that i hold,
the person i crave and the person i love
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Poems
Poetryall of these poems were written by me in my best times and in my worst. i'll let you figure out which poem belongs in which time.
