Greeni write my poetryGreen by ~in-a-coma
on apple rolling paper
and smoke it away
like a cheap luxury
it smells like the incense
of our by-gone days
with that sweet green smell
it will always linger
Death Of A Movie Starhigh class cigarettesDeath Of A Movie Star by ~in-a-coma
white rose hazy days
in a blue glass vase
bloody snow berber
those sweet incense ways
A Different Kind of Doll Like every boyfriend in the world he's different and I don't know why; or maybe I do and I'm just lying to myself.A Different Kind of Doll by ~in-a-coma
I've never had the urge to lie to him or even told him one, but that now is fictitious. A small thing that doesn't matter or does it? Do my hobbies and looks and fault and qualities matter to him? Do I really care about these things in him?
I get nervous and act stupid around him because maybe I feel him looking through me like a glass doll. His own glass doll that he's afraid of. But I'm a doll that welcomes play and love. I'm a doll that feels the touches and caresses and kisses; I listen to rambling and thoughts.
I'm a different kind though; because do all of these things back. That's the part that scares him.