My Addiction

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I Was On A Binge..

Craving Poetry Like A Syringe..

Craving For Those Rhymes...

Like Coke Heads Craving For Lines...

Yea Poetry Is My Drug To Relieve Stress..

Poetry Helps Get Things In Perspective I Guess.

See When I First Decided To Start..

It Just Wasn't In My Heart..

It Was Not Really There..

So I Started Pulling Out My Hair..

But After Awhile It Pieced Itself Together..

It Help Me Get Through Stress And Bad Weather..

Its Me And Poetry Till The End..

I Don't Need Haters Ill Always Have A Friend..

And Its Name Is Poetry...

It Never Says No To Me..

At First It Came Slow To Me..

But Then It Came Quick Like A Rocket...

So I Always Had A Pen And Pad In My Pocket..

I Was Addicted To Pen Like Weed...

It Is Always There When I'm In Need..

So I Broke It Up On The Pad..

I Always Turned To It When I Was Mad..

Or When I Was Sad..

It Was There It Never Decided To Leave..

It Was There When I Needed To Relieve..

Or Find Something To Believe..

My Fingers Are Addicted To The Pen..

Wished They Were Addicted When I Was Ten...

But Now I Cant Get My Eyes Of The Words..

The Words Just Start Flying Like Wild Birds..

Yea This Might Not Make Sense..

Its Because I'm No Longer Tense..

I Just Took My Medication For The Day..

See I Have An Addiction In A Different Way..

I'm Addicted To The Pen And The Paper...

Some People Are Addicted To The Flavor..

Some People Are Addicted To The Feeling..

Of Feeling As High As A Ceiling..

Or As High As The Sky..

But I'm Not That Type Of Guy..

I'm Addicted To The Words And Art..

Like I Have Been Addicted Since The Start..

See What I'm Saying Is Nonfiction..

Poetry Is My Drug It Helps Express The Affliction..

I Guess You Can Say Poetry Is My Addiction...