Syringes hidden behind,
The braclets on your wrists.
Your shooting up on speed,
The doesn't even exist.
It's as fake as the eyelashes,
That lace your pretty eyes.
90% glucose powder; 10% speed,
Don't you love when your dealer lies?
The track marks up your arm,
Compares nothing to your thigh.
The scars; The lines, The blood,
From when you tried to say goodbye.
Spreading your legs for him,
You don't want to feel alone.
Sleeping with anyone you can,
Another night; Another home.
Your everything I need to breathe,
But I won't suffocate on your lies.
Your what I need to see everyday,
But I won't drown in your eyes.
Sprinkle a little more darling,
Of your glittered p i x i e d u s t.
And have one final addictive kiss,
It's no longer a need, b a b y, it's a must.
Author notes
My new nickname atm from a friend = Pixie Dust.
Sounds weird but I know why.
Please tell me what you think
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very nice wright weetie,
i lliked the flow and well i loved the whole poem
you hold some talent i will say much love...xoxoxox
and amazing wright.. -
"Spreading your legs for him,
You don't want to feel alone.
Sleeping with anyone you can,
Another night; Another home."
I adore your poetic genius babes. Its so naugthy and bittersweet. ily♥
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oh wow. This is just so sad and so strong. I really felt it all. When you wrote about the track marks I actually closed my eyes because I could almost feel a needle being pushed in my arm. Not a good feeling, but amazing that your words could do that.
One thing. In the lines:
"Your everything I need to breathe,
But I won't suffocate on your lies.
Your what I need to see everyday,
But I won't drown in your eyes."
It should be "you're" instead of "your"
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Thanks for the spelling..
I'm not so great at the yours you're stuff. Also with thier, there.... etc.
The track marks part is very real for me at the moment as I have been 1month with any drug. I feel sorry for my friends so bad atm.
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