Venita Schindler Poet Free verse

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

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