My Bad Habit Poem by Lizelle 'Leasel' Martins

My Bad Habit



I said I would change
Make things different this time
Change my ways
Change my habits
My bad habit


But I seem so addicted
You’re my addiction
Which is so wrong
Cause there is no cure
No recovery
No place to hide


You’re like my next ‘fix’
When I wake
During my day
When I fall asleep
I am restless...edgy without it
Your my bad habit

I said I would change
I need to change
I just need to control it
Every time I see you
Every time I talk to you
Every time you touch me
Every time you near me
Every time you kiss me...

(c Leasel Martins

Friday, May 7, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: addiction,change
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Lizelle 'Leasel' Martins

Lizelle 'Leasel' Martins

Johannesburg, South Africa
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