Temper

by Sammy Nicole   Jan 7, 2010


My temper starts to rise,
My hands start to shake,
My eyes start to water,
When I feel your embrace.

Your like my only drug,
My only sweet escape,
When I use you,
I just want to drift away.

The glass has broken,
The wind starts to blow,
The sky gets black,
As my temper starts to grow.

The whole world stops,
When i hear you call my name,
You make me want to use you,
Is that really insane?

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