I had tasted finally, the drug that will end me if I do not keep her in my system.
She crept into my veins, and now my soul requires her to live.
Overdose is what I hope for.
Withdrawal is not an option.
-George. B
-
Author:
GCB (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 16th, 2018 21:56
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 12
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.