He was like a drug to me,
Bitter at first but
I couldn't live without him.
He made me dream while awake,
Inviting me to fantasy lands,
An escape from this reality,
Hallucinations, euphoria, you name it.
The more I got to know
The more I wanted to know.
I was addicted to his fellowship,
His words flowing in my bloodstream
Painting pictures with his poems;
Intoxicated by his promises,
Flying high on his beauty.
But just like any other drug
He had his own withdrawal symptoms.
Anything less than my daily dose
Would send me into a frenzy,
Like a madwoman lovestruck
Roaming empty halls at night.
They say all addictions have a cure,
So where is mine?
~azmina
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Of Floating Buoys and Broken Bells
Poesía"Poetry flowed like little rivulets From the ocean that was her soul." ~azmina Our souls dance to the rhythm of poetry. A small collection of my poems that will, hopefully, provide the beats to your dance.
