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2004-02-04
1:57 p.m.
Addicted ...
I'm sitting here
staring at the wall.
But I'm not all alone..
While Clays there in my head...
I barely breathe..
Or still control my life...
But I'm telling you..
To give me a break..
To see I'm still me...
And I'm not Addicted!
If I were Addicted...Then I would have pictures in my room!
If I were Addicted...
I would dream of him at night..
If I were Addicted..
I'd rerun every tape..
It would be unmistakable...
My knees buckling where I stand...
I would be drooling all over that man...
If I were Addicted....WAIT!
I already am!
Pass out!I'm glad you can't see me...
Even when I flip out...
I'm glad you can't hear me...
I am nothing without Clay..
Just a shadow on the day...
My odd behaviorWould surely draw a crowd..
I keep saying his name.
My love here has no bounds...
I can do all his steps...
The moves that he makes..
It sure does impede..What's left of my mind!
But you can all see...
That I'm NOT Addicted!
If I was Addicted..
Then I would think he was my groom...
If I was Addicted..
I'd be in La La land..
If my mind was unsalvageable..I would think we had a son..
And I was his only one..If I was Addicted....WAIT!
I already am!
Written by: Sandi Posted by: Wendy in FL
