Im addicted to his kiss
and the way he touches my body softly
running his hands all over my body
im addicted to his giggle and laugh
his hugs make me feel safe
i wish he could hold me forever
as i stoud outside
in the rain with my smoke
staring up at the sky
our song escaped my lips
slowly and quietly
i wanted to cry cuz i missed him so
but i couldnt all i could do was think
as the rain fell heavier
i began to think more
im addicted to him
his body
his voice
his everything
all i crave is him
and in my dreams he's with me
i love him so
every day i get to see him and have him close
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the only problem with being addicted to something is that eventually it runs out. and once you realize that you've taken your last hit, you crash, and fall hard. the pain is overwhelming, and it's liek you don't even know yourself.