High, by Broken-Hearted Angel. Subscribe to rss feed for Broken-Hearted Angel.

My favorite drug
The only choice
A constant craving
Hear my voice
Feel your fix
Make it last
Pick me up
but not too fast
Your high divine
How sweet you taste
Enough to last
another case
Take me under
Lead me through
Watch me fall
I drown in you.
Posted: 2005-11-05 18:19:24 UTC

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