My fix

by Summer   May 15, 2007


I have an addiction.
Its calling me, Haunting me.
I watch the clock, hear it tick.
I'm jittery, I shake.
Holding my phone, waiting for your call.
With my fix, to make me better,
To make me normal again.
Get me high, make my world spin.
I miss that feeling, when your heart beats faster.
And all the world stops.
The voices echo and disappear.
fade into the background, into silence.
And all thats left is you and me.
Your eyes so big, All I can do is sit and stare.
Everything spinning, but you and me.
our own little world. away from everything.
Then its all over, as fast as it started.
And i go back home, and wait.
Wait for your call.
Wait for my fix.
Wait for you.

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