by Holly H Dunne
Sugar from fallen angels turns my sour sweet
I soar above to take my seat
Wishing upon every star that someday I won't crave
These snow white kisses
But I know I'll always be your slave.
Author's Note: addiction...
Posted on 01/10/2006
Copyright © 2021 Holly H Dunne
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/10/06 at 09:31 PM|
Holly, your words are beautiful here. Sweet, and so dangerous. Well written.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/11/06 at 03:04 AM|
Lovely to read aloud.
|Posted by Frank Lee on 12/06/06 at 05:26 AM|
i'm also a slave to the dust.
|Posted by Johnny Crimson on 01/29/11 at 01:54 PM|
I like this, it's as if we have to be nice to our addiction in fear of the aftermath. :)
|Posted by Timothy Wilson on 06/15/11 at 11:24 AM|
I like the concept and the way it flows. like reading it kind of makes you hear an attitude. the sound lingers in your head for a while it's cool. way to pin your views on addiction. bravo