Cocaine Diamonds

Cocaine Diamonds

A Poem by Sarah Lynn

We were flying down the highway
We were dancing on the sun

She's got holes in her ears
The size of dimes
He's got rivers in his arms
Flowing with dope

We were only sixteen years old
We were under the bleachers

She's got a mouth full of apologies
But the words won't stick
He's sighing out clouds of smoke
In the summer dusk

We were puffing on bones
We were inhaling slow sweet death

She's got a pocket full of lies
And a pen full of lines
He's got a new girl on each arm
Laced with cocaine diamonds

We were the kings of Amsterdam
We were the queens of the night

She's got a heart pumping hate
To the tips of her fingers
He's got a brand new excuse
To turn up the static

I think we were in love once
I think we were.... alone and dying.

Just like always.

© 2011 Sarah Lynn


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read the title, thought it was gonna be stoopid, but no its quite you amazing

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Powerful words were uncovered

through reading this write.


Excellent work!!


Orlando M

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

woooo strong and deep stuff

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow, this is strong. Good emotion behind this river of lines. Good poem. Great work.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"I think we were in love once
I think we were.... alone and dying.

Just like always."

I think that summed up my marriage...all those years alone and dying.. :/ love it Sarah..xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Sarah Lynn
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