Nice words slurred along waves of jagged intentions penetrate my heart and create bonds, attachment, leaving me vulnerable to social crimes & fallacies.
I thought I found the drugs to heal my wounds when when you became a part of the inner workings of my heart, but addiction led to overdose;
killing this friendship between u & me n leaving me in a state so comatose.
The source of my remedy is now poison to my peace,
i still seek…
…in you…
my source of pain-
you fill me with darkness.
The side effects of my drug.
Nice poem! You’re a very talented writer. You got skills!lol
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Thank you!
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