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1.3k · Oct 2010
My Favorite Drug
Sasha Grace Oct 2010
Your hair, your smell, your eyes, your smile.
I'm hooked on you, completely smitten.
I need another hit, can't stand the withdrawal.
Dreaming of you every night, you're always on my mind.
Let me overdose on you, over and over again.
Coursing through my veins, over and over again.

I can't get you out,
Can't get you out of my head.
Don't want you to get out.
You're my favorite drug,
My sweet release from reality.

Your arms, your lips, your chest, your hips.
Just one more touch, until I can't take it.
Every inch of you intoxicates me,
Your name makes me melt whenever I hear it.
Let me overdose on you, over and over again.
Coursing through my veins, over and over again.

I can't get you out,
Can't get you out of my head.
Don't want you to get out.
You're my favorite drug,
My sweet release from reality.

I'm running on empty without you here.
Wanna feel you all around me, strong arms surrounding me.
You sing to me, a lullaby of love.
Addicted to your voice all over again, addicted to you again.

I can't get you out,
Can't get you out of my head.
Don't want you to get out.
You're my favorite drug,
My sweet release from reality.
714 · Jul 2010
The Heart You Took
Sasha Grace Jul 2010
The heart you took,
Stolen in the blink of an eye.
You left me gasping for air,
Praying for your own love,
To come take me away.

The heart you took, my love,
Shattered upon impact.
Broken into a thousand pieces,
Flung into the starry sky,
All alone in the night.

The heart you took,
Smiles a broken smile,
Shows the world no pain.
Pretends that everything is fine.
And it is.

It really is.
691 · Aug 2010
Too Many Distractions!
Sasha Grace Aug 2010
I was going to read my friend’s play
during eighth period
I read the character’s page
then I saw Mike walk in…
and I got distracted

I was trying to do my equine homework
but MSN was on
and Mike was IMing me
I typed that there was work to do…
and I got distracted

Sitting in the senior lounge
I smell the French Toast
that they sell on Wednesdays
I try to pay attention
to what my friends are saying
but the delicious sweetness
wafts through to my nose
and I get distracted

FaceBook is an addiction
“you are a FaceBook *****.”
that’s me
I was doing my homework
on the computer
but there were ponies on FaceBook
and I got distracted

I try not to let it happen
I try to do my work
but there’s always that little detail
that catches my eye
and I get distracted.

talking to my friends
trying to have a serious conversation
never works
because I tune it out
and I get distracted

I sat down to think about
and write this poem
but I got… wait… what?

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