My first poem...
Your smell intoxicates me.
Your arms provide strength and comfort.
Your eyes see my soul.
Your smile brightens my day.
Your lips oh your lips....My addiction begins anew.
A stranger walked by and I instantly dislike him.
He was wearing your fragrance.
That song I used to love gives me redness of the eye.
The lies and pains of infidelity is suffocating.
My breathing is labored and my judgment is off.
Quick. Open a window to fumigate my heart,
or else I'll die from the toxins of tainted love.
This originally appeared on Ronda's website, Ronda-isms: Good Bad Ugly.