Desolate, when I'm abstained
from the drug you make me consume
Lost without that buoyant feeling which somehow keeps me grounded
Grotesque this feels
the emptiness that pools within
Humouress pain
crawling under my skin.
Needles stabbing within
everytime we say goodbye
Prisoned within our ranges
Gasping for each other,
Night after day
We fight against this greyness
I'm just afraid that one day
We won't be the same.
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FIRST UPDATE
Also make sure to check out my other book:
" Bits and pieces "
Its basically a compilation of infatuation related poems.
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All my poems here are ORIGINAL
DO NOT COPYYYY.
