You were my drug
A good one though
Made me feel better
Every time I got lowBut guess I shouldn't have made you an addiction
Because now, without your love
Each of my veins feel dried
All of my cells feel out of life
My body feels paralyzed
And my eyes burn for how much they've cried
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cacophony: a poetry collection
Poetryhighest rank - #1 in poetry • ° cacophony ; a meaningless mixture of sounds ° here i present a messy cluster of my thoughts. just like what the title mean, 'meaningless' my thoughts are to which I give shape in the form of words. this book is a com...