Cocaine
I want to be your cocaine
I want to be your addiction
I want to be a word
I want to be a sentence
I want to be the vitamin
That hides beneath the sun
I want to be the pretext
you use when
you’re wrong.
White dust on a mirror
Addiction to your reflection
White dust on an altar
Tell me if you let me
let me in,
let me in.
If you thought you could just because you wanted to,
well, let me tell you that you can, but only if you want.
You’ll be able to experience
what it feels like to fly
over the earth,
and you’ll see
that the world is a pretext.
I’m the other option,
and if you refuse
give back the semi-perfection.
White dust on a mirror
Addiction to your reflection
White dust on an altar
Tell me if you let me
let me in,
let me in.
If you thought you could just because you wanted to,
well, let me tell you that you can, but only if you want.
You’ll be able to experience
what it feels like to fly
over the earth.
Aja James - Paranormal Fantasy Romance Author 