Some get high on pills, plants, and pain. But me, it was another kind of high. Not plants nor pills, but the love i had for him.His eyes were of wide open storm skies. A smile thta blew wind knocking down trees. He would talk to me perfect,with a voice of lightning across a dark sky. Hair as dark as the bark on trees, his body is as of thunder. Impossible to take hold and hold close to call mine. It is yet somone else's to call hers. But i still remember staying up late at night to talk for a very breif moment. But what was i to do, i was addicted to him, to the love i had for him and everythimh close. But like all drugs theres always a bad end of the deal. A love thats lost to Someone else. He was my pill and my plant. He still is my pain and still has the love thet'll never go away, i can honestly say.
December 11, 2009