He built me tall like a cathedral
I stuck his poetry in me like a needle
Never caring if it was lethal
One’s not enough, give me a prologue and a sequel
And though he took me high I felt like his equal
For a moment he made me feel like I was his people
But he ditched me for something more evil
© Delia Ross. 2019
He once made me feel I was his angel… now I feel no more
PoeEternal 
Awesome 🤘
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“I stuck his poetry in me like a needle” … fave line!
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Thank you so much!!
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Thank you! People are drugs. And apparently I like to shoot up the absolute worst of them. Poison, never a cure…
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Yes. I get that. Too much maybe lol
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“The chemicals between us…” ❤
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