deepundergroundpoetry.com
Don't burn your lips
Come to me, cigarette
nothing makes sense.
The voices that wake me
the bruise and the blood
at the back of my head.
I finally have you...
in exchange,
everything, but the sun,
is gone.
nothing makes sense.
The voices that wake me
the bruise and the blood
at the back of my head.
I finally have you...
in exchange,
everything, but the sun,
is gone.
Published 11th Apr 2011
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 5
reading list entries 1
comments 3
reads 990
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
11th Apr 2011 8:42pm
11th Apr 2011 9:53pm
Short, but sweet, says what it needs to say, and makes me want to read more :D xx
11th Apr 2011 10:02pm
