I fall asleep on a bed of wood.
I will spread upon it —
Water engulfing a beach.
The bubbles will be my thoughts,
Category: life
Voice of Addiction, Poetry by Chantelle Cherie Cox
Well, it’s nice to finally meet you.
I’ve been waiting for your call.
I’ve noticed youve been crying,
and ive watched you pace the halls
Whatever has been hurting you, I can make it disappear.
You know you have nothing to lose, nothing to live for,
nothing to fear.
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