My Drug
I take what
I get
I swallow my tears
I empty all my fears
I become a whisper
In your ear
Like a nice little fix's
I stand in front
Of you
And take what
I get
All your willing to give
And just fake
It if I don't belong
This is where you go wrong
I'm a devilish fever
Hidden behind cold
Eyes
But I can promise you this
I shall never tell you no lies
I'm a nice little fix's
I take what
I get
Copyright © Venita Schindler | Year Posted 2016
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