My Perfect Addiction

My perfect addiction

I haven't seen for a while

You come creeping up

As I rock out of style

Dressed to the height

And mind to the flow

You crawl from under rock

And I let myself go

Relapse, re-fall,

drop and done

Sing your bleeding heart out

I meant to have fun

Reviews

[Frieda P]

This could be about poetry or the bottle, or a myriad of addictions I suppose, either way it was fun to read....

[#SecretWriter]

thanks for reading :)

[Frieda P]

Was my pleasure :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Relapse, re-fall,
drop and done
Sing your bleeding heart out
I meant to have fun

I wrote a tanka called Faustian Zen. Our addictions, and they are not always of the narcotic-type, promise so much and give for a while, but there is always a price to be paid. A seemingly whimsical piece here with an undercurrent of real pain. Excellent work. I do wonder if you are missing an 'a' with rock:)

[#SecretWriter]

Hey thanks for your review
I didn't miss a letter but I like that idea, I realise when I go through my reviews that I'm at a point where people can only interpret half of what I'm saying. I don't know if that's a good thing, as ambiguity is something that some people can never seem to find in their style, doesn't matter anyway
I need to stop being grumpy when I write but gladly I can say this was in hindsight and hopefully won't happen again.
Thanks for taking the time to read me x

[Pryde Foltz]

Don't sweat it … everyone makes an error or two. I had one poem receive over four hundred views before someone pointed out one of mine. Mistakes are just part of the game:)