You're worth getting high off of
This is not lust but this is love
I am addicted to you
But I pu you through so much abuse
You are my drug that's alive
Now that you're gone I am so deprived.
Now that you're gone I am so deprived. Drugs hurt us while we love it, Why should we love something, that hurt and ruin our life?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We love them because we don't feel the pain that they give us. Love masks the pain, then when love is gone all we feel is pain.