beaten, abused, <br />dragged thru the mire <br />from the game of infatuation <br />i was beginning to retire. <br /> <br />but when I hear your voice <br />and imagine your face <br />all the problems in my world <br />begin to erase. <br /> <br />you've changed my perspective <br />and given me hope, <br />a euphoric feeling <br />that has helped me cope. <br />like 1,000lbs of drugs <br />being forced through my veins <br /> <br />and i cherish the addiction <br />i live for the high... <br />The sensation of floating <br />and touching the sky. <br /> <br />it completes my mind <br />and heals my aches <br />mends my heart <br />when it's about to break. <br /> <br />you have to know <br />my feelings for you- <br />for only one man can pull me thru <br />hold my hand when I'm about to fall <br />and make me smile <br />everytime i call.<br /><br />Laura Strom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cherished-addiction/
