beauty, eyes, fiction and poetry, Love, Poems, Poetry, Tears, Uncategorized

Grandeur

Grandeur of her beauty creates delusions
be it any time of the day
her eyes , her hair and her smell
hit me more than a shot of scotch
but I don’t fight it back
I can’t.
I wouldn’t.
Because some addictions are meant to suffered
but never to understand.

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