Rehab

March 14, 2010
bullet.with.butterfly.wings PLATINUM, Katy, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
you wear guilt like shakles on your feet, like a maiden in distres, like a halo in reverse


Your love was my drug.
My joint.
My crank.
My green.
My meth.
It made me speed. Made me crash.
It made me stutter, as I held your hand.
Never once did I look back…
At the things THEY said was “bad”.
With every taste.
With every sniff.
With every huff.
And every puff.
Our love became that thing, that thing I was.
Dreaming of…
Now that I can’t sleep. All I do is think of you.
Of your misty eyes, as I wave goodbye.
Of your hands tracing my body.
Making me flinch.
Making me try.
To fly as high.
As your body over mine.
Than smoke faded, heart stopped pounding.
I finally came down.
Your love was my drug,
I’m finally getting out of rehab.


The author's comments:
It's an addiction...what's your rehab?

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trblue GOLD said...
on Jul. 12 2010 at 4:04 pm
trblue GOLD, Richmond, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
"Too often we lose sight of life's simple pleasures. Remember, when someone annoys you, it takes 42 muscles in your face to frown. It only takes 4 muscles to extend your arm and slap that mother@#?!&* upside the head. "

let me finish. her work and one line Your love was my drug. kesha i know it's diffrent by one word. but very good.

trblue GOLD said...
on Jul. 12 2010 at 4:02 pm
trblue GOLD, Richmond, Virginia
14 articles 7 photos 141 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Too often we lose sight of life's simple pleasures. Remember, when someone annoys you, it takes 42 muscles in your face to frown. It only takes 4 muscles to extend your arm and slap that mother@#?!&* upside the head. "

have you ever read crank or glass by ellan hopkins. it really feels like her




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