Morphine

My Drug of choice.

You numb my soul

My adiction's need.

You hold controll.

.

You touch my lips.

And crush my will.

But all the while.

I love you still.

.

The more I want.

The less I get.

You taunt me still.

I start to sweat.

.

You fill the void.

I dug inside.

Where I lost all sence,

And lost all pride.

.

You are my morphine.

You lead my life.

But I'm glad I chose you.

My dearest wife.

The End

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