A Habit
I started to develop another habit.
Neither was it good or bad.
Then unexpectedly i grabbed it.
I was feeling so selfish and glad.
Neither was it good or bad.
All I wanted was continuous pleasure.
I was feeling so selfish and glad.
Once I am invited with no measures.
All I wanted was continuous pleasure.
Stopping was not a reality you see.
Once I am invited with no measures.
I couldn’t just let this habit take control of me.
Stopping was not a reality you see.
This sensation felt so unassuming at times.
I couldn’t just let this habit take control of me.
It’s so pleasantly here and dreadfully Unkind.
This sensation is so unassuming at times.
Then unexpectedly i grabbed it.
It’s so pleasantly here and dreadfully Unkind.
I started to develop another habit.
By Lonnell George
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