Cocaine is a drug that will make you free
But it robs you of your life...mine was taken from me
When I started I was pessimistic
A narcissist but young aged relic
The feeling was kind of ecstatic
My actions were always charismatic
Always talking so dramatic
About only the sensual and visually erotic
Get clean they said, pretty moronic
Those words felt like the snorting of illegal anti-psychotics
Yet in my veins flowed true narcotics
I'm hoping for something more platonic
Something ultra and won't end chaotic
YOU ARE READING
A Flowering Girl
PoetryThese are poems of a girl as she goes through various stages and processes in her teen life before she natures into a woman's. Love, hope, pain, and growth among other things are constantly present in this transition.
