high

high

A Poem by Elizabeth Boughner

My Pluse Beats Faster.

My Blood Flows Swifter.

I Close My Eyes,

Concentrating On My Breathing.

My Mind Is Drifting .

My Soul Is Flying.

While My Bodys Dying.

I Now Know The Feeling Of Addiction,

Not To The Drug Itself,

But The Feeling,

The Feeling I Cant Stand To Lose.

The Higher I Am,

The Eaiser To Live,

With Out Having To Try.


© 2012 Elizabeth Boughner


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Added on January 2, 2012
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Elizabeth Boughner
Elizabeth Boughner

Linden, MI



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Hello, my name is Elizabeth and I am a senior in high school. I love writing and unfortunately I really have not been getting on this site very much but ever since I started taking a college writing c.. more..

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