she keeps the night going
like a cigarette with an ever burning flame
over and over thoughts turn in her head
like a bad free form jazz song
enveloped in soft cotton
she stands alone the the doorway
neon signs flicker on her pretty face
"After all, tomorrow is just another day"
the night turns like a slow burn
"Scarlett was a procrastinator"
she lifts her chin with a smirk
and finally buys the fucking gun...
like a cigarette with an ever burning flame
over and over thoughts turn in her head
like a bad free form jazz song
enveloped in soft cotton
she stands alone the the doorway
neon signs flicker on her pretty face
"After all, tomorrow is just another day"
the night turns like a slow burn
"Scarlett was a procrastinator"
she lifts her chin with a smirk
and finally buys the fucking gun...
creamcuffs:
That is awesome writing there