KB Poetry, Prose & Essays
Sunday, November 4, 2018
Addicted
By Kb 11.6.13
Like a petulant child
I want, what I want, when I want it
No curb, limitation or boundaries for my appetite.
Desires, dreams and cravings
Pushing and pulling me to my demise
Love is one hell of a drug
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