Cloud Nine
The hold I cannot explain
The constant urge
The wonderful numbing high
That tops every cloud up above in the sky
The need for the next bag
Before the come down gets any stronger
Hopefully ten, twenty minutes or just a little bit later
who is going to keep me from waiting any longer?
Every bag seems to bring me in deeper
just look at me know.....
I think this high is a keeper!
Copyright © Melissa Mccovey | Year Posted 2008
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