Poetry from the Teenage NERD.
Part 13
This sugary sweetness
that seems to be every where,
sickens me.
Kills me inside.
I want to scream,
to rip them apart.
To bring about
the demise
of all these lies.
You're an oasis
in the middle of the desert
that is my soul.
You save me
like the moon
on a cold, dark night.
Here I sit,
over come by an infinite high.
Not from any drug or affliction.
Only from your love,
the soul that you bared to me.
Your soul that's now mine.
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