You’re my personal brand of cocaine,
surely you should suppress
the suffering and numb the pain.

My rose petal lips
are engulfed in your kiss of death.
I worship at your feet,
when I have you, who really needs meth?

I inhale your sweet, salty scent,
it’s intoxicating, enough to
send me into the spiral of descent.

Everything about you is euphoric,
but I know this transient span of
time is only sporadic.
You’ll make me meet my sweet, salty end.

This state of delirium hides
the despair that will come
as a result of the time together we spend.

If only I could penetrate this dastardly glamour,
it’s going to take more than a nail and a hammer.

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I love reading, writing stories and poems. My favourite poets are the classics like William Blake and Samuel Taylor Coleridge. My goal in life is to be able to publish my poetry and stories but if you're going to dream big, you've got to aim higher
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nice job, I like the hammer and glamour.
best wishes