You are the drug of choice~~~
Well once you were a choice~~
Now I have no choice....
When you come around
with your drug of choice
I have no strength; but to follow
For your drug~~~I have no choice
All that I love and all that I have to lose~~
you are my temptation; day or night when you
come around~~~ I am addicted my friend
to your choice of drug~~~~
All you have to do is call, and I will follow!
your choice of drug tonight...your passion...
that will make me fall~~~~
I have no choice, as I am addicted to your
choice of drug~~~~~~~~~
I am reposting this because today I received notice that this poem has been selected by a poetry publishing company to be published in their next poetry book due out this summer. I want to thank everyone at Passions for all your comments and inputs and giving me the courage to return to writing again. Thank you all. Without you this would not be possible. dayla.
[This message has been edited by d.schultz (edited 03-19-2000).]