Like my emotions to my cries.
Like the brown skinny branches on a tree,
Like a bandage to a child because he scrapped his knee.
Like water to soil for it to produce,
Like a child yelling; Please! Please! can I have some more juice?
Like a dog to it's bone,
Or a 16 year old girl stuck to the phone.
Like a melody to a singer,
Like my hand down to my fingers.
Like whip cream to cherries,
Like chocolate on strawberries.
Like an aged woman on Sunday's in church,
Like my stoned washed mini skirt.
Like a drug to an addict,
Like my un-permed hair to my head, matted.
Like a deep blue ocean to a beach,
Like the crystal brown sand all over my feet.
Like a baby to it's bottle,
Like a runway to a model.
These are all things some are addicted to,
But not as much as I am addicted to you!
