The Beaten Path Poem by mark king
The Beaten Path
With the cocaine
She’s numb and dumb
Just a beautiful habit
Spread out before me
Love has lost its pride
A battered heart grows cold
I’m not what she needs
And I’m not taking anything
But the tears from her eyes
So none are shed on her cheeks
Thursday, August 14, 2008
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5/1/2024 8:15:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very sad thing drug addiction