HighA Poem by Cierra Leonidk late night and im tired
Your love haunt me like a murders guilt
Your voice follows me around like a trail of blood Am I high.. Or in love you say im pretty when I cry But am I pretty if i die? Am I high.. Or Happy Am i being true or is it just me feeling blue I havnt got a clue what is true???
© 2018 Cierra LeonAuthor's Note
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