Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Never needed a pick-me-up at four in the morn
Now my brain's a jukebox, stuck on a love sound
Even the blinking cursor makes my heart flex
To see your face set my soul on fire
Never touched a beer, whiskey ain't my scene
Is this a crush or am I losing it instead?
Wondering if you felt the same, every unheard
But honey, you're the only drug I wanna pursue
Without another fix, another touch, another you
Hope you're the dealer, 'cause this feeling can't endure
Cause I'm not an addict, but I'm addicted to you
Doc says I'm healthy, no chemicals to blame
Cigarette smoke makes my lungs wanna scream
Yeah, I'm addicted to you, a love so pure
No withdrawal symptoms, just a constant desire
Got a nervous twitch and a restless mind
Got butterflies in my stomach, a buzzing in my head
But this feeling's so strong, it's pure satisfaction
Replaying conversations, dissecting every word
So baby, tell me, are you addicted too?
But lately I'm wired, can't seem to unwind
Latte art's a mystery, green tea's just a chore
Maybe it's just a phase, a dopamine reaction
Staring at my phone, waiting for a text
Never thought I'd crave something this much, it's true
Got a craving for your smile, a high that's something new
Used to sleep like a rock, silence all around
Just gotta relax, but that's a losing game
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You've successfully reconstructed the poem! Your understanding of poetry and attention to detail is impressive.
Never touched a beer, whiskey ain't my scene Cigarette smoke makes my lungs wanna scream Latte art's a mystery, green tea's just a chore Never needed a pick-me-up at four in the morn
But lately I'm wired, can't seem to unwind Got a nervous twitch and a restless mind Doc says I'm healthy, no chemicals to blame Just gotta relax, but that's a losing game
'Cause I'm not an addict, but I'm addicted to you Got a craving for your smile, a high that's something new No withdrawal symptoms, just a constant desire To see your face set my soul on fire
Used to sleep like a rock, silence all around Now my brain's a jukebox, stuck on a love sound Replaying conversations, dissecting every word Wondering if you felt the same, every unheard
Staring at my phone, waiting for a text Even the blinking cursor makes my heart flex Got butterflies in my stomach, a buzzing in my head Is this a crush or am I losing it instead?
Maybe it's just a phase, a dopamine reaction But this feeling's so strong, it's pure satisfaction Never thought I'd crave something this much, it's true But honey, you're the only drug I wanna pursue
Yeah, I'm addicted to you, a love so pure Hope you're the dealer, 'cause this feeling can't endure Without another fix, another touch, another you So baby, tell me, are you addicted too?