Smoke it up
Sniff it up
Jack it up
Heading up
I'm high.
Take one look
At the vacant face,
I am.
Dance around,
Mess around.
Fuck
Around.
This way.
Arrogance, I love it
Sarcasm, I do it
I'm the distaste, the illusion.
The real deal.
The real beautiful addiction.
And you l.o.v.e it.
Author notes
5. Kisses and kerosine, make the world obscene.
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Wow, strong poem. Maybe you wanted someone to understand your addiction, if this is your addiction. I hope that is not, then it would be an awesome poem. Great if it is, but hopefully you got over this.
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I was a heroin addict. I'm over it
thanks for your comment
xXxPurexXx
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