My Baby P....

I'm so addicted to her,
an awesome friend in all the friends I lost,
a faithful friend amongst my true friends,
I'm addicted to her,
I never take a breath without her presence.
If it were sex,
I'm no power horse factory to go for a days
round, non stop.
If it were alcohol,
I'd pro'bly would have lost sips at some point.
If it were weed,
I'd pro'bly would have grown wings and flown
out of space.
But she's my baby,
she never upsets me,
I'm always on her,
she's always with me,
I hold unto her all day long,
she stays by my pillow through the nights.
People ask me why I'm always indoors,
I tell them I've gat a window to the world in my
closet,
she brings the world to my finger tips
she's always there for me.
On the pew,
I'm tempted to place her at the alter,
when connecting with my deity I fail to put my
baby away.
My eyes are always starring at her; she's my
movies and pictures,
my fingers are always caressing her; she's my
companion,
my ears are always listening to her; she's my
deck,
I learn more when with her; she's Google,
my mama hates the time I devote to her,
well, I'm in love with her,
affection is shown by time well spent together,
she touches the dark with light for me; she's a
torch.
The only time she gets my turtle tail growing is
when she beeps, I'm running low on charge or
when my data runs out....
I can't go a minute without my phone,
she's been my addiction.