Addicted Poem by katie badham
Addicted
images go through me, him and me
so romantic, so happy
yet if you rip that wall paper away you find just a wall
when looking at it makes me feel so small
addicted to his smell
addicted to his laugh
addicted him in all it is hell
It's not like a pencil when you rub the mark out
it's always in my head, it messes me about
i will confess i am addicted
I consider addiction to a certain person, sth spontaneous, uncontrollably strong feeling, where everything else subsides...It's better to be addicted to love, rather than drugs or drinks, the 1st might give you a hope, whilst the last two, for sure, might bring you down! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 10+++
An inner sublime experience is very romantically expressed.
Your Addiction I am red of the poppy That is bled white I am love of the seas In whose bosom Sets the glowing sun Rises the blue moon I am your dream I am your addiction .........nice poem.10
Your Addiction I am red of the poppy That is bled white I am love of the seas In whose bosom Sets the glowing sun Rises the blue moon I am your dream I am your addiction .........nice poem.10
It's beautiful, Yes, addicted we are, We are addicted to fiction. CP
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 10:57:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
When love stamps you its no better than an addiction. Very true and nice.