cocaine

do you envy her
her smile her scent her hair
she forgot your look
she erased each day you still rethink
you still do rewrite
do you envy her
she whispers and everyone listens
she floats on air
wretched little poor girl do you still envy her..?
do you still crave for a look for smile
her vitriolic glance
would make you shine-out
she's spreading deep in your vains
the rubber gloves made of satin she wears
she chocks your thoughts
captures your voice
you do envy her
addicted lonely ridiculous
you love her you hate her
the mirror you can not stand...

echhh i have to work on this one...it shouuld have been clean, mine...and became... puuhh we'll see

C.Q