Kelly Zion

Rookie - 261 Points [Tucalony] (11/27/1994)

Kelly Zion Poems

1. Crying For A Ghost 4/5/2013
2. Baby Kitten 4/8/2013
3. Living With The Pain 4/8/2013
4. Mainland Baby 4/8/2013
5. Our Beloved Tenderland 4/8/2013
6. Broken Wish 4/8/2013
7. A Step Closer To Home 4/8/2013
8. Ghost-Town Stalkers 4/9/2013
9. Dark Nightmare 4/10/2013
10. Winter Hell 4/10/2013
11. Dreams Of The Lost 4/10/2013
12. Forgotten Music 4/10/2013
13. 'Possums In A Trailerpark 4/10/2013
14. Georgia Dixieland 4/10/2013
15. Rabbit With The Spot 4/15/2013
16. Cologne Dinosaur 4/15/2013
17. Make The Desert Bloom 4/15/2013
18. Cricket, My Baby 4/15/2013
19. 'Tornado Tommy' Style 4/16/2013
20. A Good Spot To Die 4/16/2013
21. Chasing A Greyhound 4/19/2013
22. Topwater Friends 4/19/2013
23. Cd Jacket 4/22/2013
24. End Of Time 4/4/2013
25. Love's Longlost Lullabies 4/4/2013
26. In The End 4/5/2013
27. Bin Diving 4/22/2013
28. Behind The Door 4/22/2013
29. Contaminated Control 4/25/2013
30. Two Homes 4/25/2013
31. True Country Comfort 4/25/2013
32. Love Is A Baby Chicken 4/25/2013
33. Love Our Enemies 4/25/2013
34. Watermelon Prison 4/25/2013
35. Forever In The Flames 4/25/2013
36. Our Witness 4/25/2013
37. There Can Be 4/25/2013
38. Sweet Safety 4/25/2013
39. Country Guys 4/25/2013
40. Powerful Weapons 4/29/2013
Best Poem of Kelly Zion

Addicted To You

I'm addicted to you,
I can't get enough of you
I suffer from withdrawal
when I'm away from you.
They say I'm obsessed,
I'm happily obsessed,
I'm addicted to you,
I need you,
I'm hooked on you,
I'd die without you,
I live for you,
I'm addicted to you.
Drugs can kill you
and mess you up
but love never hurts you
if it's true love,
unfeigned love
baby, our love
is the only sweet addiction.
Baby, music
help heal the hurting,
soothes the soul,
but baby, all the songs
mean nothing
compared to you
you're my sweet ...

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End Of Time

We float in this world as bits of dust,
following the instincts of our lusts.
How do we lose what we haven't gained?
How do we go crazy when we were born insane?
Let's lift ourselves out of this grave,
wash our souls out in the rain,
in Maraschino drops of blood,
we know we can be loved
if we rise above.

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