Remember the laughter
Bitter to taste
Days without slumber
Feeling no waste
Long sleeps
Recharge again
Go up a gear
To handle the pain
Consuming passion
Worse than love
Without her
Anxiety and rage
A prisoner
Keys to the cage
The bliss
The romance
Rapped in love
The needy companion
Now see the slum
Mind is awake
Body must crash
Final devotion
Sweet talking trash.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 3rd, 2024 01:58
- Comment from author about the poem: Only thoughts
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Comments3
Who is fentanyl? (lol).
I girl I never met.
You know Fen? lo.
Wow. You paint this picture well. Powerful work.
The force be with you!
when used correctly & in the write hands, it can be a life saver .. sadly tho' it is also very much and easily abused .. this must be one of your best to date .. Neville
It, and others, really do destroy good people. I find it very sad, and can empathise. I also know, nothing is hopeless.
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