Dear Diary,
Why was i given a heart to love?
and how did i happen to fall for a thug?
He makes his money selling drugs
and I'm left with an addiction;
addicted to his hugs.
He has been my heart to whom i have given my all,spending many late nights awaiting his calls.
I always need to know if he is OK i find that brings comfort to my day.
Sometimes it hurts so bad to love this man,
and i feel so sad when i love this man,
but i keep it to myself for no one understands.
I want him to get his life together
this is true,
and i hope he never gets caught by those boys in blue,
because then i will be writing to him and no longer in you!
Vote and let me know what you think!
I am, therefore i Write.
~E.T~
