him
my mom always warned me about the drugs on the street
but you never told me about the ones with hazel eyes and a heart beat
he had me addicted to him like crack
but he was no where near as sweet as the words he spoke
but yet i clang to each word like it was my last breath
summer may have been in the air but hevan was in his eyes
he picked my heart out grinned it up and smoked it an never looked back
as i laid there in pain pain and more pain now i must go through the withdraws
as in any drug as in anything the inching the screaming
waking up drenched in sweat thinking about what you did to me
but i rather be on set on fire drenched in kerosine then think of you
but as any addiction i will never fully get rid of you
i still Cary your love in my collarbones
the curves on my body
the bumps in between my spine
your taste on my lips
i will never forget you as much as i wish i could your stuck to me forever.
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