A brush of the arm,
Is that all it takes?
To have old and lost feelings,
Come r u s h i n g back to my veins.
A quick glance of the eyes,
Covered in cheap glitter.
That I used to melt in.
Cause my heart to c r u m b l e again.
I stare at your painted lips,
That I used to kiss.
They curve into a smile,
And I seem to be f a l l i n g back into your embrace.
Why do I feel your pretty poison?
Creeping back into my system.
Just one more addiction,
[[I can't give up.]]
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great write.i battle with my adiction to mary jane on a weekly basis,she was my first love its so hard to let go next to muse ic she was my second and better for me i suppose.keep up the good work.
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nice
nice one keep it up
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i get the feeling.
it's nothing to do with heroin at all.
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Nice darling. I loved the words with the extra spaces in each stanza. Wonderful effect.
Despair
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natalie, darling, all these heroin poems are very depressing. i <3 you.
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