A Series Of Sweet Poems


                I'm that broken drug inside your veins that disappeared over time.
               I'm that broken needle that cracked in half after being used to many times.
                 I'm that elastic that helps you take the drug.
                But I'm never the actual drug.
               The drug is nothing more than your imagination inside a needle waiting to sink in.
                Your the alley way that sees the drugs getting sold back and forth.
                But I was just your accomplice.