Writer's Block: Love Is...
I love cheap menthol ciggarettes when its cold outside.
I love the sting of the cold air and the smoke in my lungs.
I love hard music that makes something inside of me scream out.
I love good friends and good drugs.
I love that painful nostalgic feeling I get when I think about the "old days".
No matter how bad the "old days" were, they are always better than whats going on now.
I love heroin.
I love the way it numbs everything in your body and mind,
but at the same time makes everything in your being feel so euphoric
I love her.....but I can't tell her.
I love the fact that I feel more like ME when I'm with HER than I do when I'm by myself.
I love the sting of the cold air and the smoke in my lungs.
I love hard music that makes something inside of me scream out.
I love good friends and good drugs.
I love that painful nostalgic feeling I get when I think about the "old days".
No matter how bad the "old days" were, they are always better than whats going on now.
I love heroin.
I love the way it numbs everything in your body and mind,
but at the same time makes everything in your being feel so euphoric
I love her.....but I can't tell her.
I love the fact that I feel more like ME when I'm with HER than I do when I'm by myself.