she held her cocaine cigarette
in the palm of her left hand
waiting for him to pick her up
& steal her away from the world
she wrote him countless letters
describing her fantasy driven dreams
praying as she kneels on her knees
causing her heart to skip a thousand beats
[baby; i'm waiting for you]
he could see the look in her eyes
a blue canvas mixed with
black & white
♥
imaginary crushes
inside her lucid mind
& yet she remains waiting
.
.
.
while she wears her red velvet dress
[singing to the music of elvis]



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