Love – The Drug

Love   The Drug short poem

I hid away
and staged my Death
but it found me again .

Never ‘O Never
won’t fall for you again
I am an innate being now .

Your advances are sweet
And your offers so tempting .
The hair, the curves and the eyes so sensual
It’s always the same thing.

One quick look
It can’t harm me any ,
why did the eyes had to meet
obtuse cravings are now in many .

Fallen in there again
got no idea, where it takes me now .
If it breaks me again
will I be able to survive and how.

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There is an innate musicality in your poem that serves just as well as the rhyme. Loving is a habit also hard to break.

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