You are a vixen. I love you because you have taken away the pressure and pain in my head again. But I hate you because you are sucking the life force out of me. And you give me night schweats. And my thirst can never be quenched. But tomorrow is the last of this taper. And I hope that I don't have to use you again. But I'm not counting us out - I have a feeling we'll meet again, unfortunately.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment