Like A Drug

Rating: 5.0

She's like heroin
Rushing through my veins
She's the only addictive sin
Still driving me insane

I melt her down
She brings me up
Only to leave me
Feeling empty

I feel like shit
I need her sting
A ray of light
Upon these wings

Just a little more
Just a little prick
She's still not home
And I'm still sick

She's like heroin
Rushing through my veins
She's the only addictive sin
Still driving me insane

I melt her down
She brings me up
Only to leave me
Feeling empty

I
Still feel like shit
Still crave that sting
Just a little more
To fill this craving
She's still not home
And I'm still sick

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Delwen Doyle 30 November 2008

Really nice piece - feeling strung out and then trying to get over an addiction to a person is a difficult thing.

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