What's the H for?
Date: Friday, 2nd March 2007 @ 09:25:06 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry


Contributed By: ediii

Sneaky in my room you came
with all those your excuses lame
you scanned and grabbed all noted past
didn't say a word. Drove fast.
Food in silence has devoured
then, exposing your manly power,
you freaked and asked bunch of answers
and pulled me out to meet wih masters.
"What's the H for?" LIghtenings struck.
My voice has died, my soul has shrunk.
The tea, hot chocolate coffee, pop,
all liquid out of my eyes has dropped.
The shame and guilt sat on both sides,
holding my hands and poking my eyes,
slurring my words and shortening my breath,
asking for coke, weed and death.
Closing my eyes and relieving the air
more tear drops fell under you asking stare
and after what seemed like an hour or more
I said "H is for Heroin" and stared at the floor.

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