thomas johnston

Addicted

i wake up in a deep sweat her voice, smile is vivid in my mind its casted in stone i can't forget it damn i'm addicted as shit her touch, her smell, shit i love her kids as well ohh how i'm so addicted it so plain to see, to her i would give my all, but is this addiction going to be my down fall, of me she care nothing at all about my feelin, or how deep in luv u get, playin with your heart as if a yo yo described as it sent u back a forth, up an down spinning in circle, this is her game this addiction what is her name should i call her cooked crack, or herion, my lovely x, sometime its she sex, what tha cause of this need for my heart to hurt till it bleeds i kno tha name my wife, my earth, my need she is tha cure she is tha cause can u belive i'm hooked an never even smelled tha draws but back to this addiction her looks, mind included, from head to toe how she kept my heart devoted i would die for this women who i'm just addicted to better make sure tha next vic isn't u

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 26, 2008

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  • Joseph Poewhit (11/26/2008 8:31:00 AM)

    Has some far out commitments

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