I Was On A Binge..
Craving Poetry Like A Syringe..
Craving For Those Rhymes...
Like Coke Heads Craving For Lines...
Yea Poetry Is My Drug To Relieve Stress..
Poetry Helps Get Things In Perspective I Guess.
See When I First Decided To Start..
It Just Wasn't In My Heart..
It Was Not Really There..
So I Started Pulling Out My Hair..
But After Awhile It Pieced Itself Together..
It Help Me Get Through Stress And Bad Weather..
Its Me And Poetry Till The End..
I Don't Need Haters Ill Always Have A Friend..
And Its Name Is Poetry...
It Never Says No To Me..
At First It Came Slow To Me..
But Then It Came Quick Like A Rocket...
So I Always Had A Pen And Pad In My Pocket..
I Was Addicted To Pen Like Weed...
It Is Always There When I'm In Need..
So I Broke It Up On The Pad..
I Always Turned To It When I Was Mad..
Or When I Was Sad..
It Was There It Never Decided To Leave..
It Was There When I Needed To Relieve..
Or Find Something To Believe..
My Fingers Are Addicted To The Pen..
Wished They Were Addicted When I Was Ten...
But Now I Cant Get My Eyes Of The Words..
The Words Just Start Flying Like Wild Birds..
Yea This Might Not Make Sense..
Its Because I'm No Longer Tense..
I Just Took My Medication For The Day..
See I Have An Addiction In A Different Way..
I'm Addicted To The Pen And The Paper...
Some People Are Addicted To The Flavor..
Some People Are Addicted To The Feeling..
Of Feeling As High As A Ceiling..
Or As High As The Sky..
But I'm Not That Type Of Guy..
I'm Addicted To The Words And Art..
Like I Have Been Addicted Since The Start..
See What I'm Saying Is Nonfiction..
Poetry Is My Drug It Helps Express The Affliction..
I Guess You Can Say Poetry Is My Addiction...