My skin has littered evidence
Of a love gone good to bad;
Passion still I've for the things,
But better times I've had.
Talked 'friends' of the feelings felt-
And taught 'friends' history.
Talked 'friends' til I raped the thing,
But maybe you'll listen to me.
Take Your mind and marry it
And run you fast and fleeing-
When you face a real, live Waste:
A medicated being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A medicated being is just as important to me as any other being dear Kyle, sometimes medication is a very good thing, it helps us deal with stuff we would not otherwise be able to handle, that does not mean we are permanently in need. You have a great sense of rhythme and rhyme, this poem just tripped off the tongue so pleasantly, must be good meds! smiling at you, self medicator, Tai