Intoxicated by your touch
I feel elated
I crave your presence
I am addicted
Now my brain is infected
I feel twisted
that I've been committed
to the pleasure and pain, it inflicted
Just as I predicted
You got me rejected
My addiction to you can't be cured, you, my elusive drug
YOU ARE READING
365 DAYS.
PoetryI am simply drinking coffee and rather lazily writing poems days after I was supposed to.
