She's the new one.
The girl I see a future with.
The girl I can live long with.
I can't seem to leave her alone.
Her intentions seem so strict.
My feelings for her have made me addicted.
When I see her, I run after.
I imagine times of sorrow with her.
And great times of laughter.
It started with a touch.
It will continue with every kiss.
It won't end...as far as I'm concerned.
I am this girl's addict.
7/26/08
Michael Smith
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/addicted-29/
