Tuesday, 29 May 2012

My, My

My anchor
held me down
but stopped me from sinking.
My drugs
made me productive
but stopped me from thinking
My cherry
tasted so sweet
but made me feel sick
My glue
repaired all my cracks
but made the bad traits stick.
My love
did me some good
and did me some wrong.
My love
did exactly what
I knew it would all along.

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