Our Type Of Thing Poem by Scotty Holloway

God blessed me with her
She came in as quick
As a hot spring storm
Yet it was 30 degrees
In December of 2018
She spoke to me with
A voice that made me
Euphoric the words she
Used lead to intoxicating
Thoughts of night things
She didn't play around
It wasn't even February of 2019
Already begun the night thing
Our love Burst into a fire
That even millions of rain
Could not extenuation
She was better then any drug
But just as addictive
I wanted to hit it and quit
But I ended up addicted
She felt this to
She says I'm like some type of thing
That only makes her want to scream
I found the thing that makes you
Feel truly complete
Now our lives shall be euphoric as
The most powerful drug ever made
That sounds like it's illegal
But it's our type of thing