Cocaine Dreams
gimmie
a
line
or a bump
that rush
that drip
the feeling you get
when it hits
what an experience
the headache
the next day
once your eyes open and you awake
after a night trying fight
the adrenaline and weep for sleep
it keeps ya up
you become a creature of the night
i get a creative buzz
and begin to write
party animal that cannot be tamed
i feel like a butterfly that just transformed from a caterpillar
and just realized what the - just happen to her
and like the energizer bunny i keep goin and goin
i get diarrhea of the mouth and nothing can stop me from talking
so lovely on this cloud, refusing to come down
newport in my mouth
vodka shot in my hand
nose candy in my front pocket
never wanting the party to end
Copyright © Alisha Dawson | Year Posted 2010
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