I'm tired
I can't sleep
A cold kiss
A gift for the lonely
Saturday nights
She hangs on your hands
Warm blood
Dripping into a sink
Nose red
A wet kiss
For she's drunk on the phone
The online love for leftover lovers
She said go away
Go ahead with your coke and your pills
But your hands were entwined
Connected to your veins
Flesh and bone
No exit through the heart
Ripped
Damaged
Thoughts
On Saturday nights
She's dancing on the pole of a street sign
Flashing lights
Head high
Nose white
Fingers sticking.
The senseless love for the cheap wine drinker
Tired and sleepless
A cold kiss with Chantrè taste
On Saturday nights
Covered by flashing lights.
-Eden
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PoetryHe said he's a Junky An addict of Love Yet he hates my French kisses The most Cause they don't taste like the xannys and coke -Eden English and German poems of Love Drugs and Addicts
