November 10, 2010
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I see the world as two different kinds of people,
There are lovers and there are junkies,
A junkie craves his or hers drug,
A lover craves to be loved,
The junkies will do anything, for there drug,
The lover will do anything to keep the love flowing,
If I’m a junkie then you are my drug.
If I’m a lover, then no other words can describe you,
Your beauty, your grace. To describer you beauty it would only have poked a hole,
in the surface of your skin with a syringe.

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feetwithwings said...
Nov. 29, 2010 at 5:09 pm
Nice poem, I really enjoyed it(:
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