Dec 27, 2017
Conversation with Drugs- HapPoet
Your lips They don’t taste the same Its like-the more I tasted The less you indulging they became. The first time was the best the second, then the third After that our attraction begun to fade. So what happened? to us? to the thrill, the chase to that "ahhh yes" feel?
Because Now My bottles stand empty My arms wide open
My hearts falling and still bleeding. After all these pulls, The stress remains love fades Darkness grows and Pain blooms.
See Our love is but a routine now Something to do when nothing else can be done but I understand Only and I Can save Me. We were poetry Best left unsaid.
-HapPoet
