Yet another poem; (:

Your Love
By: Ashley P.

Numbing me with this Novocaine,
this thing we call love,
numbing me slowly,
and sweetly.

Drugs are nothing,
compared to the things love does,
this simple four letter word.

Numbing me to the core,
with your lips placed on mine,
losing track of feelings,
this moment,
is mine.

I never thought I could love,
until now,
until I tasted this poison,
the equivilant of Arsenic,
your lips.

I'm not stating that this hurts me,
but it does numb me,
it drives away the doubt that I feel.

As you can see,
you and your love make me happy,
and shield me from the hurt,
that I had wallowed in for years,
all alone, crying,
bitter tears.

The taste of tears brought me some type of solace,
but that is nothing compared to this,
this drug, called love,
that is hidden in your kiss.

- xoxo Ashley