what really is addiction?
what kind of a question
disheartening and mad
the outcome: disappointing and sad?
you made of flesh and bone
but could I still be addicted?
you broke, you smile, you sing songs
is these why I am hooked
you will always that energy
efficiently touched every part of me
the brain that governs
my affairs and decisions
but now my mind written in doubts
soar high beyond the clouds
does the soul creates emotions
or was it emotion, the cause of addiction?
how could I know the possibility?
all I know is falling for you
we share dreams and laughter and go through
sunshine and rainy days together: it’s our history
i don't care about terms; was it love or lust?
or is it an obsession or an illusion?
cos we'd always be that colourful autumn
together our love will crisp and rustle along the street
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 2:15 AM UTC
what really is addiction?
what kind of a question
disheartening and mad
the outcome: disappointing and sad?
you made of flesh and bone
but could I still be addicted?
you broke, you smile, you sing songs
is these why I am hooked
you will always that energy
efficiently touched every part of me
the brain that governs
my affairs and decisions
but now my mind written in doubts
soar high beyond the clouds
does the soul creates emotions
or was it emotion, the cause of addiction?
how could I know the possibility?
all I know is falling for you
we share dreams and laughter and go through
sunshine and rainy days together: it’s our history
i don't care about terms; was it love or lust?
or is it an obsession or an illusion?
cos we'd always be that colourful autumn
together our love will crisp and rustle along the street
#love #pain #adult
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