A Perfect Remedy Poem by Jessie Jett

A perfect remedy.
One to every thought.
A step. A habit. An addiction.
To what your world lives in?

Make you feel good.
Make me feel good.
Ones own way should be left unturned.
Nothing anyone was understood.

My own remedy.
A bliss in my time.
Relish in the satisfaction.
A perfect remedy meaning, mine.

Indulge in the primrose path.
An essence for what can last.
Stronger than what I've known.
To be my own pharomone.

A perfect remedy.
Toxicating at best.
Isn't it so,
I must confess.

It lingers to emphasize.
To never really realize.
A personal bliss.
To what a true remedy is.

To what's yours?
To what's mine?
A bliss in my time.
Possibily unable to define.

Relish, endulge in my satisfaction.
A perfect remedy,
Essence, so many packed in.
What perfect remedy can thoughtfully be imagined?