Jul 2014
One minute they come,
the next minute they go.
And as soon as they're gone,
I suddenly want them back.
As soon as they're here,
I shove them away.
Like the ocean tides,
it's a never ending cycle.
Or push and pull.
Or love and hate.
It's an addiction,
Of substances I despise,
But cannot live without.
1/26/14
the next minute they go.
And as soon as they're gone,
I suddenly want them back.
As soon as they're here,
I shove them away.
Like the ocean tides,
it's a never ending cycle.
Or push and pull.
Or love and hate.
It's an addiction,
Of substances I despise,
But cannot live without.
1/26/14
We're all addicted to things. Sometimes, we hate our addictions but love them enough to refrain from stopping.
