doing nothing but getting high
It heightens my senses, makes me thrill,
for when I am high, I know I can fly.
I can see forever and beyond
Nothing else comes near
the exhilaration and intoxication
of breathing it in and feeling the rush,
or drinking in its sweetness.
The question brings no pause
The answer is so simple
I love you....just because
and sends great rushes to the tips of my limbs
I can hardly wait till one high is through,
so I can start it all over anew
and I share them not with any man
But what kind of drugs do I have to use,
to attain this state of beatitude?
My opiate makes my whole being a song,
yet I am not doing anything wrong
I can't be arrested for this don't you see,
for what takes me high, where I want to be
is your lovely face, when you smile for me.
It isn't your face
It isn't your style
It isn't your grace
It's nothing that's tangible
or anything to see
It's the something inside you
that make me love thee
ITSme
