what a whore.
Her veins on fire, envy pierce her eyes
always on her mind, creeping in her sleep
lingering as she wakes, following
a trail of lies, deceit, guilt
a pain of a plan, pin in her hand,
blood fills the needle
a miss, can't feel the bliss.
a narrow tunnel, holding on to faith,
some hope, an ex lover knocks on her door
yearning for more, so much more,
between the sheets, then sleep
Kiss goodbye, time passes
her new found lover
says he loves her
and she says in back.
Retraction, a curse a spell
scared to say the wrong name
when she makes love,
is it truly love?
If it was, why is she searching for drugs?