Poetry

309 – A Vice

You’re my cocaine, I’m a junkie
And seeing you is the hit,
Cruel temptation to a self-confessed addict

Coming down is cold like
Being completely forgotten
Remembering you is warm
A wagon abandoned often

You’re deadly to me, and to my heart
Saying no was easy
Turning away is the hard part

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