I'm addicted,
you're the drug.
You run through my veins,
day by day...
By my addiction,
I have lost it all.
Our love not dead,
but still nevermore.
What will happen,
when all is dead?
YOU ARE READING
Lullabies in the Dark
PoetryJust a lot of my poems from some of my early-late teen years and maybe a couple will be added from the present.
