Oh how your words come in me
when you exhale
Each time you blow
I sway a little
Outside these
potion, smokin, dreams
you keep me waiting
Here, in the hope I’ll score
the highs I’m craving
So I’ll forever chase the flame
to burn and be with you
Where buds of souls crystalize
and become stronger
I’m back again
to get my daily fix from you
This soul is weak
and could not hold back any longer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tsk tsk naughty girl - but how clever is this! Your have taken a dying habit and turned it into a lyrical love-song. An impressive poem. Congratulations. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥