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A Poem by Erica Ross

Sometimes I get so high
I can't think
We drink so much -
Tongue so numb
We can't speak.
I believe, you believe
We believe too,
But I'm too blind
You're too blind
We're destined for doom.
So much smoke
The dust clouds my eyes
Life feels like a joke
But these jokes make us cry.
Who would've known
Being an adult would be this way
We spent all this time growing
Just to feel the same
But a little worse
No more bottles
Instead, bottles of rose.
We get so drunk
Then we can't speak.
We get so high
Til we can't think.
See a pretty thing
That's the only love we know
Ain't no longevity
A temporary fix, and u can go.

© 2016 Erica Ross

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Love this poem it is so real about temporary fixes. Full of emotion.N

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Thank you again!

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Added on January 17, 2016
Last Updated on January 17, 2016
Tags: Drugs, answers, questions, love, sex, adult, life


Erica Ross
Erica Ross

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