The Good Kind Of High

April 12, 2011
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Is it such a bad thing that my life revolved around him/
And now that he’s gone,
I’ve crashed and burned.
I have a broken heart on my sleeve.
And no where to turn.
I need the comfort of a stranger’s arms.
Someone who will be there until I tell him to leave.
Go out on a back road to one of those old abandoned farms.
Make love under the sheets of night.
But it’s not the love that would make me put up a fight.
It’s the love of a desperate girl clinging to what’s left of her life.
Kiss me now so I don’t begin to cry.
This isn’t the good kind of high.

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PJD17 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 14, 2011 at 10:53 pm
your so tallented keep up this great work could you please check out and comment on my poem what if we were a dream i would really appreicat the feedback
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