Addictions are driving me
To the woods with you
I am tempted to
Sabotage, everything else
For these words, for you
Take me to that emerald lake
So one day I can write again
About your green eyes
And the pine trees
And my sinking heart
What an irony!
A consistent high
With that inconsistent guy
It creates some madness
I am using you as my drug
Yes I know, I am not the only one
I should get in line and wait
For your tantrums to subside
'Cz When you take me in...
...It takes me to places...
...Where I'm consumed
Becoming your drug, to write about
Those fucking green eyes
That are fucking me
In neurotic, delusional places.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 27th, 2024 00:59
- Category: Love
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