Kelly Zion

Rookie - 166 Points [Tucalony] (11/27/1994)

Kelly Zion Poems

161. Suicide Valentine 11/10/2014
162. Sweet Dreamers 4/4/2013
163. Sweet Obsession 6/5/2013
164. Sweet Pennyroyal Tea 2/26/2015
165. Sweet Safety 4/25/2013
166. Swim Together In The Pool 5/8/2013
167. The 27th Stone 4/29/2014
168. The Choice Is Yours 5/16/2013
169. The Day After Tomorrow 4/29/2013
170. The Feather Of My Soul 1/22/2014
171. The Hardest Thing On Earth 6/26/2014
172. The Home Of Broken Cockatiels 4/30/2014
173. The Last Shipment 6/26/2014
174. The Old Man Down The Road 6/4/2013
175. There Can Be 4/25/2013
176. There, But Nowhere 5/8/2013
177. They Got It Right 5/8/2013
178. Through The Stormy Skies 2/6/2015
179. Timid Tiger 5/9/2013
180. Tiny Hands 5/22/2014
181. Tires 10/10/2013
182. To A Real Good Home 12/23/2013
183. To Match The Stars 10/2/2013
184. Toad Of My Pocket 9/17/2014
185. Toad, My Eastern American Toad 10/25/2013
186. Topwater Friends 4/19/2013
187. 'Tornado Tommy' Style 4/16/2013
188. Tragic Endings 6/18/2014
189. True Country Comfort 4/25/2013
190. Two Homes 4/25/2013
191. Until The Mountains Bleed 5/7/2013
192. Upside-Down Rabbits 5/31/2013
193. Veils Of Gauze 6/23/2014
194. Waiting For An Apology 5/31/2013
195. Wandering 9/6/2013
196. War And Love 5/7/2013
197. Water, Oh, Water 7/16/2014
198. Watermelon Prison 4/25/2013
199. Weeping Mulberries 5/31/2013
200. We'Re All Truckers, Baby 11/21/2013
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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