She’s just like heroin to my veins.
Sweet needle on a flame.
She’s the devil dancing in my head.
She’s just like morphine in my dreams.
Dripping down drops to numb me.
She’s the deep sleep, creeping in my eyes.
She’s just like a drink to my addiction.
A heavy toast of my affliction.
She’s a figment of the fiction in my chest.
She’s just like cocaine to my brain
Burning dust driving me insane.
She’s the white lined lies on my page.
She is an apple,
falling from my hand.
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