Dec 30 2010
Addicted Much?
So it came back bad
Like a slap
My addiction
Thats known to others as an act
But how can it be?
When i want NO ONE to know
Its what i sickly love doing
Its both a friend and foe
I need it like air
No kidding, i do
It calms me and keeps my cool
So these feelings can keep at bare
Some call it sick
I call it art
Believe me, i’ll stop when i want
I know, you know
This is way better
Then the end of a beating heart
“absoulty beautiful” 🙂
Great Indeed
aw thanks guys<3 ^_^
=] wow.. this is amazing. a poem doesn’t have to rhyme.. just makes sense. you’ve inspired me, Drella <3 thank you
art? u call it art?
to each their own, i suppose
great poem, though