Wednesday, August 11, 2010


I can’t do without
I can’t live without
Every day I want
Money doesn’t count
I don’t care for time
I don’t want anything
Other than my daily fix
I am wild
Without it
I am blind
When high
It gives me such a high
It lift’s me off the wall
In its embrace
I am able to soar
Conquer the impossible
Climb the highest mountain
Swim the deepest sea
I can torture and beat
The matadors
At their own game
Without it
I am a little gal
A shy woman
A fragment of myself

I have said it more than once
I have said it over and over
Probably muttered it in my sleep
Your love is addictive
Without it
I am a……..

© thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection

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