Glass table girl

If you listen to The Weeknd you'll understand what this poem is about. Abel (The Weeknd) in many of his older songs sings about a mysterious party girl who is somewhat classy yet trashy. She's "Pretty", has the style, and just like Abel, she pops pills, drinks alcohol and smokes weed. They're a perfect match except for the fact that know that she has met him, she wants him and only him and as we all know, Abel is a "Rolling Stone". At times, he'll want to settle down with her but he's too "High for This". His "Wicked Games" are the reason for why he "Belongs to the World" so in order to be with him she eventually gets with the program and keeps their relationship strictly "Professional". This is what shes become routine to after tasting the "King of the Fall".



Glass table girl

A sip of liquor before every picture

Dying inside meanwhile she smiles

Takes her pills with her to every party just so she can go mix it with Bacardi

She takes a hit then goes to sit

and flirt with niggas till someone lucks it

out with her

So much doubt with her 

Her pussy aint got no walls

Yet she's never satisfied at all

She knows what she wants

The nigga whose response came with such nonchalance that it haunts

her mind

Why did he decline

Thoughts racing through her head do nothing but remind her of how much she pined to be intertwined with the man she enshrined after just one wine and dine. 

Those horid thoughts, designed to undermine her sanity unless she take the time to realign

This nigga must be blind

Yeah, shes hot but shes nothing more than a classy thot

With high hopes she sought for that number one spot

despite the fact that through experience she taught herself how to squat her dripping twat down unto whoever brought the best pot to the turn up

Red eyes in her close up

She's so high that she wonders if she'll wake up

Morning comes and she has succumb

to all the drugs that numbed while she danced to the beat of his drum