burning viceA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittI love you And I hope you never leave When you see the burn marks on my hands know that the fire that caused them is out even though sometimes you still see sparks Forgive me The one before you was dark and I compare you to him I know that isn't fair but habits are hard to break and he was my worst vice for way too long.
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Added on April 20, 2013 Last Updated on April 20, 2013 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |