High.

High.

A Story by Katy Craig


High on life,
High on drugs,
High on every word you speak of,

I could get out of this numb slumber,
But that would mean facing reality,
My eyes won't seem to open,
Maybe that's the just the cost of being high,

High on life,
High on drug,
High on this messed up love,

If I awaken from this blurry bliss,
Make sure to give me one high on life kiss.

© 2011 Katy Craig


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Does not contain JWH18, JWH73, HU210...lol Great work. I enjoyed this.

Posted 13 Years Ago


High is not bad too high is.love is not bad onesided love is.Bliss is not bad but total bliss is.The poem is great and it gave me ideas

Posted 13 Years Ago


I couldn't help but smile at the dichotomy of this piece. We have the high, yet we can not see. But to break from the high we fall, thus there must be another love to replace it... A poem of pure addictive thought I say! lol

Awesome Ink!
Aaron

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on November 15, 2011
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