A Drug Called Love
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Hope and despair are partners,
try and figure it out,
passion in an endangered soul
that chose to give me no name.
Perhaps she needs none, who knows?
For she brought chaos to my heart,
upset my strictly precise ways.
Stars falter at her glacial glance
and the sun hides its shine in shame.
Yet I cannot bear to be
without her luscious intoxication,
like a delirious drug-addicted creature,
that knows he'll never survive, for
to be with her is a lingering death,
to be without her is eternal hell.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2021
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