Poems about Health

Bottles   I’m eight years old when my grandpa hands me a coke bottle,
Eighth grade: The first time I remember feeling That attack of anxiety consume me
When the water in your bottle runs out Fill it back up
When love secretes sinful aphrodisiac whimsical wishes We only see destruction follow
Anna is the smell of oatmeal with pears and strawberries Illegal in the eyes of the judiciaries
I'm still baffled as to how I've made it this far. I'm alive. I'm breathing. I have everyone fooled. 
She's a woman, what has she to say? Truth be told, I could list off every issue, I could tell you all day.
Shadows are following me home yet, I feel so alone I seek for attentionbut no one sees me
  Let me introduce you to  the person I call Nectar, She’s a kind one, as sweet as her name implies.
Love has an expiration date So I won't say I love you, it's too late Now I seek my destination With desperation