Got caught up watching a documentary on homelessness in Nashville on public television and garnered a little inspiration:
You're the drug I've been looking for,
The one that grips my soul,
Keeps me on a high,
Leaving me wanting more.
I've become an addict,
You are a habit I just can't shake.
I'm living on the edge,
Past the point of no return.
If you were illegal,
I would still find a way to get my fix.
I can't survive without you,
Nor am I willing to give it a try.
Quitting now would leave me empty,
Withdrawals would be unbearable.
I'm much better off with this dependence,
I'd even settle for an overdose.
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