my drug
Ever felt a feeling so good
That when you do it your mind collides your body heart and soul all in
one
The uncontrollable feeling of intensity
As your tongue expresses tranquility while reflexing vulnerability
The anxious feeling of completion
While the pen scribbles down my thoughts
An undeniable feeling of ecstasy takes over my scull
As if my poetry was the drug
An my mind was the thug
Selling my thoughts to anyone in need
Of a flight to cloud 9
As you concentrate on trying not to blow Your high
My Poetry is an addiction that got you
Feigning for more
Continue buy my drug
They gone have no choice but to make it
Legal in the store!
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