Someone get her another line.
As she inhales through crisp 20 bill
the thought of life being a little
complication, justifies the burning
in her nostril.
World please be mine.
It is such a fast rush to know you
love me so much!
She becomes so needed when
we get high together.
Its almost endearing.
But she still wont let me into her
bloodstream as I snort the dust
off the skipping record.
She will only let me dance with her
Foolishly thinking it will protect me.
Its easy to forget to breath
with blood dripping down you lip.