Memories of anti-drug poems

This is poison.

This is medicine.

You meet different needs.

The patient relies on you to anesthetize the pain.

Addicts go to heaven on your account.

heaven

Beautiful paradise

The desire of the soul

smoke

Still, yes.

Poisonous withered arm

Seize the fallen soul

Open the door of heaven

This is the beginning of a dream.

Summarize the magic of eyes

My heart is relaxed.

And then I lost it.

Guanghua gradually faded away.

The mind is dominated by pain and powerlessness.

Tears and confession are very strong.

Hold up the devil's beautiful and delicate body

You want to defend and fight back

But its attack is crazy.

Everywhere, such as mercury.

Falling like dead leaves in the autumn wind

The tombstone inserted in the autumn rain rang with the tears of relatives.

The inscription warns future generations.

The gap between heaven and hell is

The beauty of poppy weaving

I don't smoke or drink.

I can quit many bad habits.

I just can't stop thinking about you.

Because I have been poisoned too deeply.

It's all your fault!

But I don't want you to make it up to me.

As long as I don't accompany you!

(These are two poems)