People want to feel it, cops want to steal it.
It takes you way up like you're floating in air,
it takes you way down and you just don't care.
It takes your thoughts and it takes your control.
It goes through your body and takes your soul.
If you abuse it, it will leave a hole.
If you don't leave it alone, it will make your blood run cold.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem