Love Drug

A little drunk on love
Undoubtedly tipsy with hate
It's what they call a "vicious circle"
The game spins around faster than a carousel
Where you are either blessed by God or condemned to hell
Does the love drug bid me well?

Deep inside my turmoiled state of mind
Glimpses of long abandoned fantasies aren't hard to find
A little high on love
Undoubtedly low with hate
It's what they call an "optical allusion"
Obvious visions with extra infused confusion

Demon or angel, whatever my divine spirit
My obsessions and despise are both insatiable, most do not wish to be near it
A little overdosed with love
Undoubtedly infected with hate
It's what they call a "double-edged sword"
My heart and my sanity are yours, objects through which my tears have poured

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poem by Gabrielle Fleming
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